Poetry is my thing these days. I’ve been on a poetry kick for a long time, both reading and writing. Looking to the greats to glean from their style, use of language, and poetic form, I have several old poetry books which I peruse. My favorite poem is “Sonnet 43” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. I began memorizing it as a teenager. I need to finish that endeavor. It’s lovely, and it moves me.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count
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.
Who’s your favorite poet? I’d love to know.