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My Last Duchess by Robert Browning

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will’t please you sit and look at her? … Continue reading

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Eurydice by H. D.

I So you have swept me back, I who could have walked with the live souls above the earth, I who could have slept among the live flowers at last; so for your arrogance and your ruthlessness I am swept … Continue reading

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I Married by Lorine Niedecker

I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close— someone. I hid with him from the long range guns. We lay leg in the cupboard, head in closet. A slit of light at no … Continue reading

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Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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 … Continue reading

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Sonnets from the Portuguese 44: Beloved, thou has brought me many flowers by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers, So, in the like name of … Continue reading

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The Lady’s Yes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“Yes!” I answered you last night; “No!” this morning, Sir, I say! Colours, seen by candle-light, Will not look the same by day. When the tabors played their best, Lamps above, and laughs below — Love me sounded like a … Continue reading

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