...quiet, about a lot of things...
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Dear Liz,....For Poetry Thursday
Sonnet XLIII
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 the 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
Dear Liz,
Wow! Someone has it bad! In today's world, I hate to tell you, this would a mistake. A BIG mistake! Nowadays, men have what they call "commitment issues". And love has often been described as a four letter word.
Sure we still have the feelings,...but we play it cool. The surest way to turn a mans heart to stone..is to surrender completely. (Your poem is very sweet..I must confess....)
Oh, and by the by..no woman in her right mind would promise to love better after death. This really reeks of stalker and boiled bunnies.
That or it's an invitation for dear ole hubby to "assist you" in your departure..So he can get on with life, his purse in tact. Sadly, you see, in today's world we have what is called..Wife Number TWO.
Take heed, Dear Lizzie! No doubt you have talent..That much is clear. Just, perhaps next time, you should write of rage or menstrual cramps...These things, though they may appear frightful at first glance, are really much less menacing in the long run.
You have to learn to play this game with your head, rather than your heart. Trust me on this.
Yours truly,
Wendy
PS..You really should check out Poetry Thursday....It's kinda like a sewing circle..heaps of fun..and only a few pricks! (just kidding)
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 the 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
Dear Liz,
Wow! Someone has it bad! In today's world, I hate to tell you, this would a mistake. A BIG mistake! Nowadays, men have what they call "commitment issues". And love has often been described as a four letter word.
Sure we still have the feelings,...but we play it cool. The surest way to turn a mans heart to stone..is to surrender completely. (Your poem is very sweet..I must confess....)
Oh, and by the by..no woman in her right mind would promise to love better after death. This really reeks of stalker and boiled bunnies.
That or it's an invitation for dear ole hubby to "assist you" in your departure..So he can get on with life, his purse in tact. Sadly, you see, in today's world we have what is called..Wife Number TWO.
Take heed, Dear Lizzie! No doubt you have talent..That much is clear. Just, perhaps next time, you should write of rage or menstrual cramps...These things, though they may appear frightful at first glance, are really much less menacing in the long run.
You have to learn to play this game with your head, rather than your heart. Trust me on this.
Yours truly,
Wendy
PS..You really should check out Poetry Thursday....It's kinda like a sewing circle..heaps of fun..and only a few pricks! (just kidding)
Labels: Poetry Thursday
11 Comments:
I love this letter! Excellent idea and very cleverly done.
Wendy,
What a witty writer you've proven yourself to be here. funny, with that "truth is stanger than fiction" humor. Really very good.
rel
Love the wittiness retort of the letter to the poem!
This had me (almost) laughing out loud! This was SO funny! Great job!
Hee hee hee... she would have a problem, huh?! Very clever, dear...
Very clever, and funny, and so true! Excellent poem!
Your post made my day.
I love your wit and appreciate the great laugh you gave me!
Very cool. The letter is so true and too bad she can't join us . . .
I think EBB would totally agree with your letter, if she were alive today. I love the PS!
Oh, I really love this viewpoint - makes me feel less guilty for not living up to EBBs ideal :)
You need to label this-I was almost lost without that little label at the bottom, JK.
What can I say to the only person who dares give real constructive critism?
This was undenialbly cute! All men however are not pigs. I like Lizzie, have often been #2, have always had feelings involved, and have never thought love was a four letter word.
Wendy you are so cynical, but I love it.
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