Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Dylan and Ivy (Sonnet 43)

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 candlelight.


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 love thee better after death.



Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Photos by Guj Tungpalan


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