Re: e.b.browning- how do i love thee analysis
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Hugh Clary (---.phoenix-01rh15-16rt.az.dial-access.att.net)
Date: January 27, 2022 10:53AM
XXXVIII
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its 'Oh, list,'
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my sight,
Than that first kiss. The second passed in height
The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,
Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown,
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, 'My love, my own.'
She doesn't say where he planted the fourth or subsequent kisses, and I am much too refined to hazard a guess. List must be an archaic 'listen'. Amethyst reinforces the 'purple' theme. Meed must be synonymous with 'gift' and not a pun on mead. Chrism is 'holy oil', used for anointing, but I'm not speculating where she may be going with such a reference.
I'm not clear what you want insofar as 'structure, figurative and literal level' goes, but its structure is yet another Petrarchan sonnet, lacking the volta, which is normal for Liz. Figurative and literal you will have to explain to me, sorry.
XXXVI
When we met first and loved, I did not build
Upon the event with marble. Could it mean
To last, a love set pendulous between
Sorrow and sorrow? Nay, I rather thrilled,
Distrusting every light that seemed to gild
The onward path, and feared to overlean
A finger even. And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still renewable fear . . . O love, O troth . . .
Lest these enclasp�d hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
And Love, be false! if he, to keep one oath,
Must lose one joy, by his life's star foretold.
Hmmm, let's see now. Marble must symbolize enduring or long lasting, so she did not at first believe their relationship might long survive. Between sorrow and sorrow is obscure, and is possibly a private thought shared by only Liz and Bob. But last they did, so that point may be moot. She still has a renewable fear that the relationship might someday fail. Does the cold lips reference mean death, or merely loss of passion? Dunno. The last two lines probably hold the most message, but I will leave that conjecture to you.