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Sonnets from the Portuguese
Elizabeth Barrett Browning was a prolific writer and reviewer in the Victorian period, and in her lifetime, her reputation as a poet was at least as great as that of her husband, poet Robert Browning. Some of her poetry has been noted in recent years for strong feminist themes, but the poems for which Elizabeth Barrett Browning is undoubtedly best know are Sonnets from the...more
Hardcover, 64 pages
Published
August 15th 1986
by St. Martin's Press
(first published 1850)
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I had this in my purse so I'd read a poem or two at a time over the course of months, only when caught unexpectedly idling. That was good, because this is not something you'd want to read straight through or with any haste. I was able to watch as the maiden cycled irregularly through infatuations and insecurities and passions. Some allusions were definitely too obscure for me - but I liked this edition and I am satisfied with my appreciation of it.
Dec 08, 2009
Marts (Thinker)
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I've got this in audio and thoroughly enjoyed listening. Its beautiful poetry, that 'stream of conscientiousness' flows within Browning's text.
Quote: "How do I love thee, let me count the ways, I love thee to the depth, breadth, and height, my soul can reach...." (Sonnet 43)
Quote: "How do I love thee, let me count the ways, I love thee to the depth, breadth, and height, my soul can reach...." (Sonnet 43)
XXIII
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-dumps falling round my head?
I marveled, my Belovèd, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine--
But...so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love! Look on me--breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres...more
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-dumps falling round my head?
I marveled, my Belovèd, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine--
But...so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love! Look on me--breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres...more
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Unfortunately, I don't have a copy of this to hand, so I can't include a table of contents.
I think too many critics are a tad too judgmental. The life of a chronic invalid in premodern times (before the development of such things as self-operable wheelchairs and accessible indoor plumbing) was a pretty grim affair, even for the materially well-off people who had good educations and lots of toys, books, etc. It's not surprising if they got a little depressive and insecure and all, or if they clun...more
I think too many critics are a tad too judgmental. The life of a chronic invalid in premodern times (before the development of such things as self-operable wheelchairs and accessible indoor plumbing) was a pretty grim affair, even for the materially well-off people who had good educations and lots of toys, books, etc. It's not surprising if they got a little depressive and insecure and all, or if they clun...more
Although on a personal level I can't really get in tune with the self-abasing tone of these verses and still less their idealization of love as a spiritual timeless etherean thing, there are quite a few really good passages here, I can see that even on first reading. I liked both the metaphor and the sentiments of XXIX ("I think of thee!---my thoughts do twine and bud..."), and XXXVIII ("First time he kissed me, he only but kissed...") is elegant in structure, use of imagery, and even use of all...more
Christ. I don't even know what to say, here.
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 candlelight.
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 lo...more
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 candlelight.
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 lo...more
After reading the introductory note my edition has I was concerned that the sonnets themselves would be too dark for my enjoyment. Yet knowing a little (14 pages) of EBB's life added immensely to my enjoyment. Six of the XLIV sonnets (including XLIII "How do I love thee, let me count the ways")are ones I will share with the object of my love, an amazing percentage of the total to rise to such a level. Of the others, very few were not evocative or at least interesting. Some tender, some redolent,...more
Feb 26, 2013
Mark Bennett
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Michelle Dean does it again, pointing the way to literature that affects and alters my course.
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I will also be scooping up the complete letters of Elizabeth and Robert, a very engaging/fascinating love story.
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My final status update: "A grand collection of sonnet lov...more
http://www.randomhouse.ca/hazlitt/fea...
She's a gem of a writer, you should check her out:
Hazlitt: http://www.randomhouse.ca/hazlitt/voi...
The Nation: http://www.thenation.com/authors/mich...
On Tumblr: http://michelledean.tumblr.com/
I will also be scooping up the complete letters of Elizabeth and Robert, a very engaging/fascinating love story.
~~~
My final status update: "A grand collection of sonnet lov...more
This is one of the 52 books that feature in my novel Crossing Paths: the BookCrossing novel and I chose it before I had actually read the poems (by reputation alone). I'm so glad I did make this the centrepiece of the lovers' conversations through BookCrossing. There are some wonderful poems, especially sonnets VII, XVII and XXII.
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Here is the journal entry from the novel for this book:
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Beautiful poetry...love Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways...
Robert Browning was so impressed with his wife's love sonnets that he urged her to make them public. He convinced her to share them with the world. To conceil the fact that they were love poems written for him, they came up with the nickname of "my Little Portuguese" which he called her, Sonnets from the Portuguese became the title.
These poems are beautiful beyond measure and one of my most favorite co...more
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways...
Robert Browning was so impressed with his wife's love sonnets that he urged her to make them public. He convinced her to share them with the world. To conceil the fact that they were love poems written for him, they came up with the nickname of "my Little Portuguese" which he called her, Sonnets from the Portuguese became the title.
These poems are beautiful beyond measure and one of my most favorite co...more
Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote these forty-four beautiful, somewhat exhausting poems for her husband, fellow Victorian poet Robert Browning. (The title alludes to his nickname for her, "my little Portuguese.") To my modern ears, some of the sonnets sound a bit repetitive and overwrought, particularly the first six or eight, in which the poet enumerates the ways in which she finds herself unworthy to be loved by someone as extraordinary as her husband. But the images used by Barrett Browning se...more
EBB's sonnets are a strange, yet wonderful treat. You can see why feminists fans of her shy away from discussing them and why not so feminist audiences love them. Some of them are not quite as clever as I think EBB is, but among ridiculously well known ones (such as number 43 - 'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways') and really weepy ones, you do get some unexpected gems - for example, sonnet 29 (I think of thee!- my thoughts do twine and bud) which is my favourite poem from the collected....more
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 a 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...more
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 a 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...more
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets From The Portuguese might be her most famous work. It contained the poem of hers I was most familiar with, Sonnet 43:
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....more
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....more
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 every day'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...more
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 every day'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...more
Sonnets from the Portuguese first of all, não é útil se você quer praticar o português. This book will in no way prepare you for the ordering of a galão in some Lisbon café.
In fact, "portuguese" was a pet name Browning's (secret) husband used for her. The title also refers to the sonnets of the 16th-century Portuguese poet Luís de Camões; in all these poems Elizabethe uses rhyme schemes typical of the Portuguese sonnets.
Here is one of my favourites:
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Ex...more
In fact, "portuguese" was a pet name Browning's (secret) husband used for her. The title also refers to the sonnets of the 16th-century Portuguese poet Luís de Camões; in all these poems Elizabethe uses rhyme schemes typical of the Portuguese sonnets.
Here is one of my favourites:
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Ex...more
Beautiful, but SO depressing. I can't understand (well, I can, but it's a long, feminist kind of understanding) why people read this and think, "Wow, that's love!" Barrett Browning writes into each sonnet how lucky she is to be loved -- a supposed privilege she doesn't deserve because of her invalid status and advanced age (she was six years older than Robert Browning, to whom the sonnets are written). Her entire self-worth is wrapped up in Robert's approval and that doesn't make me think "love,...more
This is an early example of what now is called a sonnet cycle, as pretty much all of the poems are concerned with her secret love with Robert Browning. The forty-four poems are basically confessional and range in emotions, from despairing to elated to fretful. What I like so much about them (other than the fact that they're all tightly written sonnets) is that they're so indicative of female emotions because they fluctuate to extremes. Also, this collection includes one of the most famous poems...more
Remember how, in the Song of Songs, love is described as "strong as death"? Barrett Browning has a sequence of sonnets that begins with Love, personified as a god, being mistaken for Death. It is out of this world good. Some interesting other stuff as well, including especially her Cry of the Human, the refrain of which is "be pitiful, oh God!"
How do I love it? Let me count the stars.
Um, there are five. Five stars.
How do I love it? Let me count the stars.
Um, there are five. Five stars.
One of my favorites! Especially "A Seaside Walk" verse V:
"For though we never spoke
Of the grey water and the shaded rock,
Dark wave and stone unconsciously were fused
Into the plaintive speaking that we used
Of absent friends and memories unforsook;
And had we seen each other's face, we had
Seen haply, each was sad."
"For though we never spoke
Of the grey water and the shaded rock,
Dark wave and stone unconsciously were fused
Into the plaintive speaking that we used
Of absent friends and memories unforsook;
And had we seen each other's face, we had
Seen haply, each was sad."
Beautiful, just beautiful. Heartache, delicate mythological allusions and revelations about love and its endless paradoxes make this especially striking (to me at least)in the timeless conflict that love brings out in everyone. Also, I'd really like to be Elizabeth Barret Browning's best friend, anyone have a time machine? Pretty please?
I got this cloth-bound for my 15th birthday and have been carting it around for over a decade, reading it over and over again, writing essays on various sonnets for several different classes through the years. The romance between E.B.B. and her husband, Robert Browning, is probably my favorite story of all time.
Love is so winning and she was much in love. The most famous sonnet begins, "How shall I love thee? Let me count the ways." Yet, there are so many other great thoughts including, "Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame." I will be re-reading this book of poems regularly.
Highly recommended.
Highly recommended.
This short book of poems held me captive at the bookstore. I couldn't set it down. I had to buy it. And before I paid for it- I was found hugging it all through the bookstore.
It has given me so many goosebumps and filled my eyes to the point of tears so many times that it should be deemed miraculously beautiful and one of God's gifts to man. Yes.
It has given me so many goosebumps and filled my eyes to the point of tears so many times that it should be deemed miraculously beautiful and one of God's gifts to man. Yes.
Best when paired with a romantic novel (I chose The Time Traveler's Wife) or read after a bright, sunny day spent with someone you're in love with.
I cannot express how lovely I find this collection of poems. Well constructed and beautifully written, it is among my favorite books of all time, probably my favorite collection of poetry. I'm partial to the sonnets as I find them traditionally romantic. I guess the conservative poet in me likes the meter and rhyme. When I first read this collection I was a third-year at UVA and was in major seduction with Sylvia Plath and Virginia Woolf and glossed by this treasure. Years later, I see what I co...more
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“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 every day'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.”
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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 every day'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.”
“If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way
Of speaking gently, ... for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.”
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Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way
Of speaking gently, ... for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.”

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