Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 'How Do I Love Thee?' (Sonnet 43) - Read by Arthur L Wood
My poetry collections 'Poems for Susan' (2020) and 'Scarlet Land' (2021) are available from my shop: https://ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop If you wish to contribute to the channel, you can make a one time donation here: https://ko-fi.com/arthurlwood Browning's famous sonnet on her love for her husband Robert Browning. My aim is to breathe life into our rich literary heritage, and to add to the tradition through my own writing. x 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 every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. 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. #Sonnet #Poetry
My poetry collections 'Poems for Susan' (2020) and 'Scarlet Land' (2021) are available from my shop: https://ko-fi.com/arthurlwood/shop If you wish to contribute to the channel, you can make a one time donation here: https://ko-fi.com/arthurlwood Browning's famous sonnet on her love for her husband Robert Browning. My aim is to breathe life into our rich literary heritage, and to add to the tradition through my own writing. x 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 every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. 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. #Sonnet #Poetry