Sonnets From The Portuguese 43 – How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Let me count the ways.
My soul can reach,
when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’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 thee with the 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
This was to be Our fave poem…at 2000, nor just because the love poem, also the poet. She was a lover, a rebel, human right activist, criticus on her time..
Sometime wish could be like her ( nor the misfortune, though..)