I have loved poetry ever since I can remeber. And even though I forget about my love for it, every now & then I am reminded just how much it means to me. I came across a poetry book that was gifted to me by someone who meant a great deal in my life. The poem dedicated to me in the book was none other than a sonnet by Elizabeth Barret Browning. A true classic. If you dont know the peom, here it is:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
You know, I do not believe that anyone can truly say that they understand exactly what Barrett was trying to express through this poem. But I simply love how it is organized in perfect form with progression and movement! And yet not constricted in any way by which to suffocate the essence of it’s beauty. This is writing of the English language at its best!
The passion she has for her significant other is felt in every word of the poem. To love someone so deeply that they embody everything that is you. To love someone for the sake of love itself, and not for praise. That is pure and honest. To love another to your grave, and know that it will continue for all eternity. That is love.
I hope you have enjoyed that. I certainly did!