And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light upon each?
I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirit so far off
From myself.. me.. that I should bring thee proof,
In words of love hid in me…out of reach.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,
Seeing that I stand unwon (however wooed)
And rend the garment of my life in brief
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
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Excellent
I have always loved Elizabeth barret browning she was an inspired poet. the part I like the best was 'seeing that I stand unwon(however wooed) and rend the garment of my life in brief"
and " by a most dauntless , voiceless fortitued lest one touch of this heart convey its grief -
why does the heart convey grief that it should not be won by love?
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Awesome imagery...spledid. "finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough..." Great line. A beautiful, strong poem.
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