After the romantic poets like Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley and John Keats, the poet remains fresh in mind is Robert Browning only! This poem is just one piece to say his name but other poems of his are better than this! It is just like 'heard melodies are sweet but unheard melodies are sweeter! '
Browning, along with Tennyson and Matthew Arnold, is considered one of the great Victorian-era poets of the English language. I took a class on this subject, and though I did not read all of his dramatic monologues (or other works) , I have a hunch this particular piece would not have been selected to be studied. I couldn't finish it either. Where's My Last Duchess?
Speaks well of an earlier era of time. Where a woman was praised and placed on a pedestal. Not as today, a cheap object for a fast fling. It is more respect for a woman. Though the same inner lusts existed, they had a dog leash attached to them. How moral decay, has come upon people today, for a few gold coins. Church was the center of life, not the BIG MOM TV.
a prettywoman - elicited all sorts of thoughts in me, some of which I could not hold on to. Al last managed to hang on to the beginning and the end and a few in-betweens -
infantine fresh air of hers
men can only keep what they make you (for which you are not responsible)
all the face composed of flowers
so we leave the swee face fondly there
just perfection, whence rejection
precious meatls ape petals
Tells me I'm mere metal aping her petal
she is truly comething else - prety woman
must you gather -no, no, not this pretty woman; gave this 7