Thursday, September 20, 2007

A little Portuguese

Sonnets from the Portuguese - Elizabeth Barrett Browning:


I I thought once how Theocritus had sung
II But only three in all God's universe
III Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
IV Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor
V I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
VI Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
VII The face of all the world is changed, I think
VIII What can I give thee back, O liberal
IX Can it be right to give what I can give?
X Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
XI And therefore if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
XXIX I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest! all is said without a word
XXXII The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
XXXIII Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
XXXIV With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
XXXV If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
XXXVI When we met first and loved, I did not build
XXXVII Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
XXXVIII First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
XXXIX Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace
XL Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts
XLII My future will not copy fair my past
XLIII How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
XLIV Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowe

Some of my favorite poems

From my favorite poet... (sometimes)  

)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is

all ignorance toboggans into know

All in green went my love riding

along the brittle treacherous bright streets

because i love you)last night

because it's

being to timelessness as it's to time,

i am so glad and very

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

i go to this window

i have found what you are like

i like my body when it is with your

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

if everything happens that can't be done

If I have made, my lady, intricate

if I believe

if i love You

if strangers meet

in spite of everything

it is at moments after i have dreamed

it may not always be so;and i say

if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have

lily has a rose

love is a place

love is the every only god

Marianne Moore

may my heart

my father moved through dooms of love

my love

my love is building a building

my sweet old etc

nothing false and possible is love

Of Nicolette

one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:

since feeling is first

somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond

speaking of love(of

supposing i dreamed this)

Thy fingers make early flowers

true lovers in each happening of their hearts

unto thee i

when faces called flowers float out of the ground

Where's Madge then,

who knows if the moon's

yes is a pleasant country:

you being in love

you said Is

you shall above all things be glad and young

And some analysis: