Treasure Island

Robert Browning

(1812-1889 / London / England)

A Lovers' Quarrel


Oh, what a dawn of day!
How the March sun feels like May!
All is blue again
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  • Christopher Gould (7/11/2013 5:06:00 PM)

    We hurt the one we love.We sometimes kill the one we love.You can go off people quite suddenly.These subjects all occur and reoccur in Brownings poetry.Browning is specially good at drawing attention to how extreme attraction and admiration teeters on revulsion or downright hostility sometimes.I can identify with this because I have gone through it myself in my own personal life. (Report) Reply

  • Airda Jones (4/3/2008 3:57:00 PM)

    Browning is like a Shakespeare that can thread his words around your heart but Browning can offer the chance to have every word understood. It just ties me in knots to read his poetry and how well it flows from exciting to calming. (Report) Reply

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