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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 13, by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: And wilt thou have me fashion into speech Last Line: Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief. Variant Title(s): "and Wilt Thou Have Me Fashion Into Speech""; Subject(s): Love | |||
AND wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? -- I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirit so far off From myself -- me -- that I should bring thee proof In words, of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief, -- Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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