Friday, February 24, 2012

The Very First

October 2003 was the month when I started studying English at university.

The first day of classes was a Wednesday and it all started with Introduction to Linguistics and then, back-to-back, Introduction to Poetry.

On that very first poetry class, the very first poem we read was Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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 everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with a 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 but love thee better after death.

 And that's how it all started...

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