Back from holiday

Elizabeth BrowningNot a few of my readers come to me from Sumangali.org, and so, in the spirit of serendipity, and just a little charity, let me return the favour and announce a return to blogging form: Truly… Nothing’s Small.

Which gives me a convenient excuse to mention poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning, whose poem forms the title of the afore-mentioned, prodigal post. Just when you think you know something about poetry (I don’t), you go and discover a new poet, and have to start all over again…

Here is a little Browning sample, from ‘Book 1’ of Aurora Leigh:

I, alas,
A wild bird scarcely fledged, was brought to her cage,
And she was there to meet me. Very kind.
Bring the clean water, give out the fresh seed.
She stood upon the steps to welcome me,
Calm, in black garb. I clung about her neck, —
Young babes, who catch at every shred of wool
To draw the new light closer, catch and cling
Less blindly. In my ears, my father’s word
Hummed ignorantly, as the sea in shells,
`Love, love, my child.’ She, black there with my grief,
Might feel my love — she was his sister once,
I clung to her. A moment, she seemed moved,
Kissed me with cold lips, suffered me to cling,
And drew me feebly through the hall into
The room she sate in.
There, with some strange spasm
Of pain and passion, she wrung loose my hands
Imperiously, and held me at arm’s length,
And with two grey-steel naked-bladed eyes
Searched through my face, — ay, stabbed it through and through,
Through brows and cheeks and chin, as if to find
A wicked murderer in my innocent face,
If not here, there perhaps. Then, drawing breath,
She struggled for her ordinary calm
And missed it rather, — told me not to shrink,
As if she had told me not to lie or swear, —
`She loved my father, and would love me too
As long as I deserved it.’ Very kind.

4 Comments
  • Camille Crawford
    Posted at 01:09h, 04 May

    Very nice. I’m trying to learn about poetry too. I also don’t know much. Elizabeth Barret Browning seems to be my kind of poet. I love the part ‘- told me not to shrink’. It says so much!
    Thank you for posting her poetry.
    Camille

  • surjit
    Posted at 13:51h, 04 May

    Creative thoughts. A wonderful piece of poetry. Best wishes.

  • Jaitra Gillespie
    Posted at 15:37h, 04 May

    Thanks Camille for the encouragement. And thanks to Sumangali.org for introducing me to Elizabeth Barret Browning.

    Thank-you Surjit for stopping by—you have a very nice, inspiring site.

    Thank-you also Princess Haiku for the best wishes—I keep meaning to read your blog in the detail it deserves as I see a wealth of interesting topics there. Not living in an ashram no, but it is something of a full-time lifestyle 🙂

  • Princess Haiku
    Posted at 15:14h, 04 May

    Hi John,
    Thanks for stopping by my space. This is a wonderful selection by EBB and thanks for posting it. Best wishes in your writing efforts as it takes courage and dedication. Are you living at this ashram?

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