Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET, by STANLEY J. SHARPLESS


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First Line: How do I hate you? Let me count the ways
Last Line: God, how I loathe you, shaving-mirror face.
Subject(s): Browning, Elizabeth Barrett (1806-1861)


How do I hate you? Let me count the ways:
I hate your greying hair, now almost white,
Your blotchy skin, a most repellent sight,
The eyes that stare back in a sort of daze,
The turned-up nose, the hollow that betrays
The missing dentures, taken out at night,
Receding chin, whose contour isn't quite
Masked by the scraggy beard — in a phrase,
I hate the sight of you, as every morn,
We meet each other in our favourite place,
And casually, as to the manner born,
You make your all too customary grimace,
Something between disgust, boredom and scorn;
God, how I loathe you, shaving-mirror face.





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