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The Poet and the Bird

In Love on April 26, 2012 at 10:52 am

The Poet and the Bird – Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

Said a people to a poet—” Go out from among us straightway! While we are thinking earthly things, thou singest of divine. There’s a little fair brown nightingale, who, sitting in the gateways Makes fitter music to our ears than any song of thine!” The poet went out weeping—the nightingale ceased chanting; “Now, wherefore, O thou nightingale, is all thy sweetness done?” I cannot sing my earthly things, the heavenly poet wanting, Whose highest harmony includes the lowest under sun.” The poet went out weeping,—and died abroad, bereft there— The bird flew to his grave and died, amid a thousand wails:— And, when I last came by the place, I swear the music left there Was only of the poet’s song, and not the nightingale’s.

The Weakest Thing

In Love on April 26, 2012 at 10:48 am

‘The Weakest Thing’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1844)

Which is the weakest thing of all    Mine heart can ponder? The sun, a little cloud can pall    With darkness yonder? The cloud, a little wind can move    Where’er it listeth? The wind, a little leaf above,    Though sere, resisteth? What time that yellow leaf was green,    My days were gladder; But now, whatever Spring may mean,    I must grow sadder. Ah me! a leaf with sighs can wring    My lips asunder — Then is mine heart the weakest thing    Itself can ponder. Yet, Heart, when sun and cloud are pined    And drop together, And at a blast, which is not wind,    The forests wither, Thou, from the darkening deathly curse    To glory breakest, — The Strongest of the universe    Guarding the weakest!

I love poems written by E.Barrett Browning.I have Her book beside my bed so each time when I feel lonely I read.Books are my old friend,sometimes I think they are my only real friends.I believe in them and they believe in my love for them.

Before in my life,when I was ok with my health I used to read every morning.Now I read throught the night.One night I found this site http://www.about com.Since that day I am here each day.They have wonderful forums about literature,arts,performing,books…on one I found my beleved Heart.She is no longer there but each time when I come here I deeply believe that we will meat again.Sometimes I feel like I am lost without Her,then I take Her letters and read them and all the magick come back to me.Please if You ever met this wonderful poetess tell Her that She is needed.Tell Her that I love Her much more then I should,more then She thought.

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