A tree and some vines

justam
justam Posts: 21,415
edited February 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Sonnet XXIX
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I think of thee !--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there 's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee
Who art dearer, better ! Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee
Drop heavily down,--burst, shattered, everywhere !
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee
And breathe within thy shadow a new air,
I do not think of thee--I am too near thee.
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  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    Yeah, ok, so maybe she lived with passion, you think? :D

    It took a second reading for me to realize the metaphor, and what a great metaphor!
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  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    Ms. Haiku wrote:
    Yeah, ok, so maybe she lived with passion, you think? :D

    It took a second reading for me to realize the metaphor, and what a great metaphor!

    Yeah, I thought it was pretty nice! :)
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