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.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Two questions for you? Have you ever heard of Sam and Ruby? Love the songs on their new album.
And this poem…I love this poem…do you have a favorite? I’d love to know yours.
xoxo Nancy
Love*ly poem and love peeking in on girls having crafting fun. And what beautiful bucksome ballerinas...precious.
ReplyDeleteAnd was that a man serving up lunch? Now it just don't get better than that ;-)
Heck yeah, that's how PAPER COWGIRLS do it!
Now you are impressing me, dear Nancy, with that love of EBB's poem! It is lovely. I also listened to the song (using your FB link)...awesome! I had never heard of them until now!
ReplyDeleteDo I have a favorite poem? Hmmm...
here you go!
"Where the Sidewalk Ends"
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Nite! L, Dana
i agree...the classic beauty is just too much for a heart to hold, isn't it?
ReplyDeletei cannot say i have a favorite...there are so many!
and you know my penchant for prose :)
what is in the top pic? are you making that? :)
ooo more details please :)
A charming poem and I love your heart shaped book.
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
Gwen