Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Durham / England
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Durham / England
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Irreparableness

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I HAVE been in the meadows all the day
And gathered there the nosegay that you see
Singing within myself as bird or bee
When such do field-work on a morn of May.
But, now I look upon my flowers, decay
Has met them in my hands more fatally
Because more warmly clasped,--and sobs are free
To come instead of songs. What do you say,
Sweet counsellors, dear friends ? that I should go
Back straightway to the fields and gather more ?
Another, sooth, may do it, but not I !
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Dr Antony Theodore 02 October 2020
My heart is very tired, my strength is low, My hands are full of blossoms plucked before, Held dead within them till myself shall die. Very good poem.- tony
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Bipin Churchung Rabha 02 October 2020
An emotional poem is this. Nicely penned.
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Mahtab Bangalee 02 October 2020
My heart is very tired, my strength is low, My hands are full of blossoms plucked before, Held dead within them till myself shall die.....it seems everything is going to the decaying of existence step by step; where everything is in the blooming shed there are open the fade away gate....great written on the theme of Irreparableness
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Deluke Muwanigwa 02 October 2020
Nice sadly sad poem. Full of highs and sighs.
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