A Letter To Her Husband Poem by Anne Bradstreet

A Letter To Her Husband

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Absent upon Public Employment

My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more,
My joy, my magazine, of earthly store,
If two be one, as surely thou and I,
How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?
So many steps, head from the heart to sever,
If but a neck, soon should we be together.
I, like the Earth this season, mourn in black,
My Sun is gone so far in's zodiac,
Whom whilst I 'joyed, nor storms, nor frost I felt,
His warmth such fridged colds did cause to melt.
My chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn;
Return; return, sweet Sol, from Capricorn;
In this dead time, alas, what can I more
Than view those fruits which through thy heart I bore?
Which sweet contentment yield me for a space,
True living pictures of their father's face.
O strange effect! now thou art southward gone,
I weary grow the tedious day so long;
But when thou northward to me shalt return,
I wish my Sun may never set, but burn
Within the Cancer of my glowing breast,
The welcome house of him my dearest guest.
Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence,
Till nature's sad decree shall call thee hence;
Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone,
I here, thou there, yet both but one.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Laurel Larison 24 July 2009

wonderfully written and expressed BRAVO!

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Practicing Poetess 23 September 2018

The heartcry of a woman who misses her husband, and finds but little solace in viewing her children, 'true living pictures of their father's face.' But back in those times, men had to go where there was work available... A well-penned poem by Anne Bradstreet.

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Mahtab Bangalee 23 September 2018

WO wonderfully canonizing - I here, thou there, yet both but one. /// nice loving letter

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Edward Kofi Louis 23 September 2018

So many steps! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 23 September 2019

A marvelous melody depicting the state of mind of a lovelorn wife whose husband has gone far away for job leaving her behind to lament his absence and wishing his early return to fulfill her lovely demands. A great classic deserving classic poem of the day.

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Kingsley Egbukole 23 September 2019

A loved one dearly missed. Beautiful poem. Kingsley Egbukole

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Gajanan Mishra 23 September 2019

Bone of thy bone, good write

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naida nepascua-supnet 23 September 2019

aaawwwwwww what an expressive poem, to die for lines

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Uche Nwanze 23 September 2019

Very insightful and inspiring poem. Deserving of POD.

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Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet

Northampton, England
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