Re: peotry deconstuction
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lg (---.trlck.ca.charter.com)
Date: August 14, 2021 11:21AM
Sonnet VII
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
The names of country, heaven, are changed away
For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;
And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday,
(The singing angels know) are only dear
Because thy name moves right in what they say.
It might be interesting to place this poem into the context of E. B. Browning's relationship to her husband. She was known as his little "Portuguese" to which she replied with her Sonnets from the "Portuguese".
Les