In my Poetry Appreciation Group, my fellow poetry lover Jackie read this beloved poem:
How Do I Love Thee?
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 candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love 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.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Yay, Jackie! That’s a good one.
Thank you Karin,I am so humbled and honored! Could you send me another copy of your sister poem? Peace! Jacqueline
You’re so welcome! You picked such a lovely poem and you read it so beauifully. I love revisiting poems we’ve heard many times and thinking about them in a fresh way!
Sure, I’ll send you the story on my sister.