Since February is considered especially romantic owing to Valentine’s day, I’ve decided to feature poems suitable for the season. When it comes to poetry I generally tend to favour the less serious, the more playful, and the funnier poems. And it’s not very often that I read poetry unless it’s the Roald Dahl or the Dr.Seuss kind. So this might be the month I discover new poems, and I’m looking forward to it.
For today’s featured poem I’ve chosen one that I’ve known and loved for a few years now. A very well known sonnet written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning for her husband Robert Browning, this poem is one of my favourites to read out loud.
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 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.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning