Thursday, August 14, 2008

Am not a poetry kinda person, more of a prose one. Yet there are times when i am totally bowled over by poetry. But prose i like more. Because hidden meanings and undertones are so difficult to get, and after a while, its just tiresome.
This one i came across 1 year back and still marvels at it. So i think i would like to share it with you.

Sonnets from Portuguese. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

how shall i love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
my soul can reach,when freezing 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 bright
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old grieves and my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love i seem to lose
with my lost saints-i love with the breath
smiles, tears, of all my life!--and if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death.
-fin-

how is it??
i dedicate it to all my friends who have known what is it to love truly. So i think that covers a lot of people.

3 comments:

anjooran said...

I'm sorry. Enicku "kavitha" manassilaakilla. But the idea about love is good. Love the world, love the nature, love the air, water and fire. Love the universe. "Loka samastha sukhino bhavantu"

small_town girl said...

i also told na, am not a poem kind of person also. but the idea was good. thanks again

Rudra said...

loved it! :-)