mandag den 15. februar 2016

"How Do I Love Thee" af Elizabeth Barrett Browning - månedens digt #4

I anledning af at det var valentinsdag var igår 
er denne månedes digt selvfølgelig et kærlighedsdigt 

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 I love thee to the level of every day’s For the ends of being and ideal grace. Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee with the passion put to use With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose I shall but love thee better after death. Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight I love thee to the level of every day’s For the ends of being and ideal grace. Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee with the passion put to use With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose I shall but love thee better after death. Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.


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