Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

A Year's Spinning - Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

He listened at the porch that day,
To hear the wheel go on, and on;
And then it stopped, ran back away,
While through the door he brought the sun:
But now my spinning is all done.

He sat beside me, with an oath
That love ne'er ended, once begun;
I smiled--believing for us both,
What was the truth for only one:
And now my spinning is all done.

My mother cursed me that I heard
A young man's wooing as I spun:
Thanks, cruel mother, for that word--
For I have, since, a harder known!
And now my spinning is all done.

I thought--O God!--my first-born's cry
Both voices to mine ear would drown:
I listened in mine agony--
It was the silence made me groan!
And now my spinning is all done.

Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave,
(Who cursed me on her death-bed lone)
And my dead baby's (God it save!)
Who, not to bless me, would not moan.
And now my spinning is all done.

A stone upon my heart and head,
But no name written on the stone!
Sweet neighbours, whisper low instead,
"This sinner was a loving one--
And now her spinning is all done."

And let the door ajar remain,
In case he should pass by anon;
And leave the wheel out very plain,--
That HE, when passing in the sun,
May see the spinning is all done.

Comments about A Year's Spinning by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  • Hassan Hayati (11/13/2017 10:47:00 PM)

    This poem took me to the other world for moments. I think this is the feature of ART, Excellent. (Report) Reply

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  • Victoria Udnæs (11/13/2017 5:11:00 PM)

    I really loved this poem! Especially the last two verses. Beautifully composed! (Report) Reply

  • Francis Lynch (11/13/2017 3:15:00 PM)

    Who is referred to in the line: Who, not to bless me, would not moan.? The protagonist would fit into the Hollywood scene today. (Report) Reply

  • (11/13/2017 1:05:00 PM)

    Robotic Reading..... (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/13/2017 1:00:00 PM)

    He sat beside me! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (11/13/2017 11:22:00 AM)

    A touching poem by Elizabeth Barret Browning. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (11/13/2017 4:51:00 AM)

    An immortal poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning...... (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/13/2017 1:43:00 AM)

    Though Elizabeth Barrett Browning is no more yet her poems are with us. I convey to her soul thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day. (Report) Reply

  • Practicing Poetess (11/13/2017 1:10:00 AM)

    A tragic ending to this poem by one of my favourite poets.
    But, happily, her own end was kinder, for she died loved and cared for by a devoted husband.
    Glad to see Elizabeth Barrett Browning be selected as Poem of the Day!
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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