Best Barrett Poems

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

I.

O' Man Of Perishable Earth

O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds undone
in light, great wisdom impart

O' master of ink and pen
where rests thy sought love
Thy words given unto men
as pearls fallen...

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(4.)
As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not forget
nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits!

As sun retreats and night brings on its aches
memories come to poison hearts and...

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Thoughtlessness 
of an fanciful mind
camouflaged to a layman's eye

a vision with an 
uptopian trance
mimicked by 
the madcap laughs

Shine on, 
Crazy Diamond...

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RUNAWAY LOVERS

Sat Ba Barret restless in her room
Drinking death in dark and gloom
Tragedy seemed her last name
Despite the books that were her fame
Letters reached her by the score
But one kissed paper touched her core
Robert Browning made her wild
Exuberance flared—she was a child
A woman forty –heart...

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How do I hate thee?  Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breath and height
my plunger can reach, when reaching out of sight.
to the ends of a stopped-up toilet bowl.
I hate thee to the level of everyday’s.
most disgusting need, by...

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The sand and sea were calling us                                      ...

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laughter came so easy
upon that christmas day
simple prayers answered
as you'd come to find your way

i'd held you as a child
and taught you the word ' no'
to read between the lines 
when there's nowhere else to go

from running in the park
to just sitting on the stoop
it...

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Syd has finally come home to nest,
somewhere on the dark side of the moon.
Lovingly tending to his space rock garden.
Sometimes he strums an ancient guitar
and whispers sweetly to pinkish stars.
Syd is alone but never lonely or lost
and his mind didn't snap like they say it...

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To Elizbeth Barrett Browning
invalidity from riding did bring
Putting aside this tragic hurt
she elope to marry her Robert...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote, and I quote:
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways."
And then she proceeded to list as many as she could in fourteen lines,
Telling her husband, Robert, and us, in the process,
Just how deeply and fervently she loved him.
But I...

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Galaxy, heart
erase, gaze
tender, cold

How do I love thee --
I cannot count the ways,
for there are none.

Not because the sun doesn't
grace thy face with its brilliance,
leaving the rays reflected back in a trance
and even the shadows dancing
as they trace thy golden reflection,
guiding thoughts through galaxies 
tenderly...

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