January 30, 2013

Sonnet 43 - Browning's Love Poem

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 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.

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Sonnet 43)

Wanted to change the line and spacing to suit my preference, but googled the sonnet and learnt that there's a thing called "composition", and I don't have the heart the alter this exceptionally beautiful sonnet.

But I finally found the heart. There you go 3 additional spacings in between the lines.

Well, passion is one of the key to living the life. Be reminded of the intensity of your early life adventure. Be reminded of the tenacity, the thrill, the burning curiosity of those days. As we age and experience more, we tend to tone down a bit of this and that emotional encounter. It's neither good nor bad, I think. Only nature playing its due course.

Some heat is always good, but never play with the fire too much lest you get burnt..

One of these days, I'll try BBQing marshmallows on a lit bonfire by the beach. Add to that the perfect starry, starry night. Gonna be super awesome.

God bless!