A Schizoid Dreamz

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of ease on such a day--
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheek dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

Well what do I say about this poem but way to go woman...

Elizabeth Barret Browning, well she is just a woman much ahead of her times as cliche as it sounds...

She is the woman who dared to venture into the patriarchal area of the Elizabethan/Petrarchan sonnets and did put inher terms of being loved and did she put them well! She is truly an epitome of the eloquent woman...

This woman has said it and has said it in such a way that lyric writers even today talk about loving women in these terms...

Oh just goin' thru old texts of my literature syllabus when i saw my presentation on this poem... hence the blog :)

PS: this is my 100th post! Ironically, the first one was about death and this about love!