Poetry plays a huge part of the romantic journey my husband and I travel, especially the poetry of Elizabeth and Robert Browning. You’ll find the words from the Browning’s poems not only in our pockets but other places too.
Around our garden, on stepping stones.
In framed silhouettes of us done at Montmartre Art Colony in Paris with the words of Rabbi Ben Ezra by Robert Browning between our figures.
On a special cross-stitched picture which hangs above his dresser.
In case you can’t read the small print, the first line of Rabbi Ben Ezra says, “Grow old along with me, The Best is Yet to Be.”
My pocket poem today is a love poem Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote to Robert in 1845 that carries extra special meaning for my husband and me.
Listen as I read Sonnet XLIII from Sonnets From the Portuguese to Jerry and you from my porch swing.
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 a 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.
Now go find a love poem to put in your pocket and read it to someone special yourself…
Gorgeous poem. I love your comment to Alina: “we only sign up for ‘one more year’ every anniversary.” Very funny and romantic!
When you’ve been married as long as we have you have to have romance, humor, and patience. Thanks for stopping by.
Lovely! I think it’s beautiful that you use poetry to speak to one another.
Thanks, Alina. We’re both romantics with a sense of humor. That’s why our marriage has lasted. That and the fact we only sign up for “one more year” every anniversary. LOL
So lovely, Judythe! You know I love poetry but rarely read it. I might have to change that. Thanks for sharing your love poem.
You’d love another of my favorites. Custard the Dragon by Ogden Nash. Funny kid’s poem. Check it out. http://hvrd.me/3Bfx2l Bet Delaney will love it.
Great choice, Judy! That is a beautiful poem.
Thanks, Catherine. I love poetry, in case you can’t tell.