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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LETTER TO HER HUSBAND, ABSENT UPON PUBLIC EMPLOYMENT, by ANNE BRADSTREET Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life - nay, more Last Line: I here, thou there, yet both but one. Subject(s): Children; Home; Love - Marital; Marriage; Puritans; Sickness; Childhood; Wedded Love; Marriage - Love; Weddings; Husbands; Wives; Illness | |||
My head, my heart, mine Eyes, my life, nay more, My joy, my Magazine of earthly store, If two be one, as surely thou and I, How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lye? So many steps, head from the heart to sever If but a neck, soon should we be together: I like the earth this season, mourn in black, My Sun is gone so far in's Zodiack, Whom whilst I 'joy'd, nor storms, nor frosts I felt, His warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt. My chilled limbs now nummed lye forlorn; Return, return sweet Sol from Capricorn; In this dead time, alas, what can I more Then view those fruits which through thy heat I bore? Which sweet contentment yield me for a space, True living Pictures of their Fathers face. O strange effect! now thou art Southward gone, I weary grow, the tedious day so long; But when thou Northward to me shalt return, I wish my Sun may never set, but burn Within the Cancer of my glowing breast, The welcome house of him my dearest guest. Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence, Till natures sad decree shall call thee hence; Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone, I here, thou there, yet both but one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL AFTERNOON AT MACDOWELL by JANE KENYON HAVING IT OUT WITH MELANCHOLY by JANE KENYON SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET |
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