Turning Point

After I read it one gloomy afternoon in the library, my high school life welcomed literature with open arms.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning was unknown to me. But when she subconsciously spoke to me, the teenager became a man.

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 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.

from Sonnets From the Portuguese, 1845 (published 1850)

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BLOGGING   LIFE/STYLES   MY STORIES   WHISPER   ZONE

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