the world in its grain of sand: occasionally, there's an inner mass that defies all logic. It's as if a Life had been written on the back of a postcard. This week's poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning has that quality. It's the penultimate sonnet in a sequence of 44, Sonnets from the Portuguese, the one that begins, "How do I love thee?"The sonnets are not, of course, real translations.
from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Books blog: Poem of the week: Sonnets from the Portuguese, No 43, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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