How do I locate an interpretation of Sonnet #43 by Elizabeth Browning?
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ooo...thats my favorite poem forever...\n\n\nill explain it to you myself...\n\n\nHOW DO I LOVE THEE LET ME COUNT THE WAYS\n\nit means...that of course the author loves the person so much..\n\n\nI LOVE THEE TO THE DEPTH AND BREADTH AND HEIGHT\n\n\nit means the love is unmeasurablew\n\n\nMY SOUL CAN REACH WHEN FEELING OUT OF SIGHT\n\ni believe this is a forecast...i mean...about death...signposting the last line\n\n\nFOR THE ENDS OF BEING AND IDEAL GRACE\n\nheaven...or god and death...\n\nI LOVE THEE TO THE LEVEL OF EVERYDAY'S\nMOST QUIET NEED BY SUN AND CANDLELIGHT\n\nit means that the love she has for robert is already a need...something she doesnt' display...but something personal...she needs it day and night\n\n\nI LOVE THEE FREELY AS MEN STRIVE FOR RIGHT\n\nfreely - no restrictions...men strive for right because they want to...because they are fre\n\nI LOVE THEE PURELY AS THEY TURN FROM PRAISE\n\npurely - no other reasons to love but simply love alone...no sexual thoughts, no money ...no whatever...they turn from praise because they strive for right because they want to - not for any other reason\n\n\nI LOVE THEE WITH THE PASSION PUT TO USE\nIN MY OLD GRIEFS AND WITH MY CHILDHOOD"S FAITH\n\nelizabeth was an invalid...and that gives her griefs...and the faith that one day she would be well...and the passion there...is the passion she is using for her love for robert\n\n\nI LOVE THEE WITH THE LOVE I SEEMED TO LOSE\nWITH MY LOST SAINTS\n\nlost saints - what she has been trying to look for...she lost the "lvoe" when she had her accident...she found it in robert\n\n   I LOVE THEE WITH THE BREATH\nSMILES, TEARS OF ALL MY LIFE\n\n\nwell..this means...she lives for him...through good and bad times\n\n\n    AND IF GOD CHOOSE\nI SHALL BUT LOVE THEE BETTER AFTER DEATH\n\n\n.....death is not strong enough to hinder her love for robert..\n\n\ni hope i was of help\n\n\nit's my favorite poem\n\ni love it...\n\n\n\n\njust feel it...relate it with yourself\n\n\nafter all, have you ever been in love?
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it's not a sonnet. sonnets have very specific patterns.\nI'd need to see the actual poem to tell you more.
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I'll try to find it.\n\nWow, this IS hard. Haven't found it yet. I'll keep looking.\n\nWell, I just CAN'T find anything with those exact words, no matter how or where I look. The closest I can come is this poem by John Milton, which seems to have somewhat the same meaning:\n\nWhen I consider how my light is spent,\nEre half my days, in this dark world and wide,\nAnd that one talent which is death to hide\nLodged with me useless, though my soul more bent\nTo serve therewith my Maker, and present\nMy true account, lest he returning chide,\n“Doth God exact day labor, light denied?”\nI fondly ask; by Patience, to prevent\nThat murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need\nEither man’s work or his own gifts; who best\nBear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state\nIs kingly: thousands at his bidding speed\nAnd post o’er land and ocean without rest.\nThey also serve who only stand and wait.” \n\nSorry.  I tried hard. It was a fun search. Good question!
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http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/130detail.html\n\nor this one....\n\nhttp://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/130comm.htm
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Here is where you can find the poem on line
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Here is a link with an extensive list of other authors of sonnets:\n\nwww.sonnets.org/alpha.htm\n\nI hope this helps :)
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Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances\nWalt Whitman   \n   \nOf the terrible doubt of appearances,\nOf the uncertainty after all--that we may be deluded,\nThat maybe reliance and hope are but speculations after all,\nThat maybe identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,\nMaybe the things I perceive--the animals, plants, men, hills,\nshining and flowing waters,\nThe skies of day and night--colors, densities, forms--\nMaybe these are, (as doubtless they are,) only apparitions, and the real something has yet to be known;\n(How often they dart out of themselves, \nas if to confound me and mock me!\nHow often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, \naught of them;)\nMaybe seeming to me what they are, \n(as doubtless they indeed but seem,) \nas from my present point of view--And might prove, \n(as of course they would,) \nnaught of what they appear, \nor naught any how, from entirely changed points of view;\n--To me, these, and the like of these, are curiously answer'd by \nmy lovers, my dear friends;\nWhen he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me\nby the hand,\nWhen the subtle air, the impalpable, \nthe sense that words and reason\nhold not, surround us and pervade us,\nThen I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom\n--I am silent--\nI require nothing further,\nI cannot answer the question of appearances, or that of identity\nbeyond the grave;\nBut I walk or sit indifferent--I am satisfied,\nHe ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.
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three quatrains and a couplet
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http://www.online-literature.com/wordsworth/514/
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'An Insomniac's Plea': Sonnet 39 Modernised\n"Come, Sleep. The Sleep that means real rest,\nThat can stir the imagination or ease troubles,\nIgnoring who we are in  (daytime) life;\nGuard me with your strong shield from the attack of Despair;\nStop my inner strife;\nI'll pay your price, if you do.\nIf you demand, take away my soft pillows and bed, the quiet, dark room - take it all.\nAnd if that's not enough for you,\nThen you'll see me as if I were Stella!"\n\nNot sure of his imagery/lady-friends. You'll need to check symbolism of "Stella" and maybe replace with what it meant to him.\n\nHope it helps.
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I don't know for sure if the one you are looking for is here, but there is one that sounds like it.   I can't believe how many versions I found of this poem!!!
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Pablo neruda wrote a lot of love sonnets. One of them has been quoted in Patch Addams. That would be Sonnet XVII and it goes:\n\nI don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz\nor arrow of carnations that propagate fire:\nI love you as certain dark things are loved,\nsecretly, between the shadow and the soul.\nI love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries\nhidden within itself the light of those flowers,\nand thanks to your love, darkly in my body\nlives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.\nI love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,\nI love you simply, without problems or pride:\nI love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving\nbut this, in which there is no I or you,\nso intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,\nso intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
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Check out the Sonnets. Lots of great stuff in there. Sonnet 18 is the classic of course:\n Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?\nThou art more lovely and more temperate:\nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,\nAnd summer's lease hath all too short a date:\nSometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,\nAnd often is his gold complexion dimm'd;\nAnd every fair from fair sometime declines,\nBy chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;\nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade\nNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;\nNor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,\nWhen in eternal lines to time thou growest:\n  So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,\n  So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
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I’m not positive but I believe that what you have quoted is a version of an old song/poem with multiple versions.  One such version follows here and the source link provides much more detail on its origins.\n\n\nVALERIE BLOOM\nWAKE UP, AMY\nWake up, Amy chile,\nwater fe get,\nthe barrel fe full an’\nwe no draw one pan yet,\nan’ me see de sun\na-come up over de hill,\nah know if I lef ’\nyuh gwine be sleepin’ still\nat half past ten,\nmaybe twelve o’clock,\nif yuh don’t hurry up,\nde school gate gwine lock,\nbefore yuh get dere,\nwe haffe look firewood,\ncomb we hair,\ngive de goat dem food,\ntie out de donkey,\nsweep de yard,\nan’ eat breakfast,\nI know it hard\nFe leave you\nNice warm bed,\nBut work dey fe do,\nGet up, sleepyhead!\nWake up, wake up, wake up beeny bud\nWake up, beeny soon o’ mawnin’,\nWake up, wake up, wake up beeny bud\nWake up, beeny soon o’ mawnin’.
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SONNET 29 PARAPHRASE \nWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, When I've run out of luck and people look down on me, \nI all alone beweep my outcast state All alone I lament my fate as an outcast* \nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And pray to heaven but my cries go unheard \nAnd look upon myself and curse my fate, And look at myself, cursing my fate, \nWishing me like to one more rich in hope, Wishing I were like one* who had more hope in life \nFeatured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Wishing I looked like him; wishing I were surrounded by friends, \nDesiring this man's art and that man's scope, I desire this man's art and that man's range*, \nWith what I most enjoy contented least; I am least contented with what I used to enjoy most. \nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising, But in this mood almost despising myself, \nHaply I think on thee, and then my state, I think of you and then my state of sadness \nLike to the lark at break of day arising Like the lark at the break of day, rises \nFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; From the gloomy earth and I sing hyms to heaven; \nFor thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings For thinking of your love brings such happiness to mind \nThat then I scorn to change my state with kings. That then I would not change my state with kings. \nANALYSIS\n\n\n[Line 2]* - The poet's 'outcast state' is possibly a reference to his lack of work as a player due to the closing of the theatres in 1592. It also could be a reference to the attack on Shakespeare at the hands of Robert Greene (see below). \n\n[Line 5]* - Sometimes editors report that, in lines 5 and 6, the poet is referring to his friend, likely the Earl of Southampton. However, if lines 13 and 14 are addressed to the friend, then the previous reference to the friend in lines 5 and 6 seems out of place and illogical. It makes more sense to assume that lines 5 and 6 are not addressed to one person in particular, in keeping with the later references to "this man's art" and "that man's scope". \n\n[Line 7]* - "range" = "range of opportunity". \n\nSonnet 29 shows us the poet at his most insecure and troubled. He feels himself unlucky, disgraced, and jealous of those around him. What is causing the poet's anguish one can only guess, but an examination of the circumstances surrounding his life at the time he wrote sonnet 29 could help us to understand his depression. In 1592, the London theatres closed due to a severe outbreak of the plague. Although it is possible that Shakespeare toured the outlying areas of London with acting companies like Pembroke's Men or Lord Strange's Men, it seems more likely that he left the theatre entirely during this time, possibly to work on his non-dramatic poetry. The closing of the playhouses made it hard for Shakespeare and other actors of the day to earn a living. With plague and poverty threatening his life, it is only natural that he felt "in disgrace with fortune". Moreover, in 1592 there came a scathing attack on Shakespeare by dramatist Robert Greene, who wrote in a deathbed diary: "There is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his Tygers heart wrapt in a Players hide supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and, being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country." Shakespeare was deeply disturbed by this assault, feeling disgraced in "men's eyes" as well as fortune's.\n\nThe poet is so forlorn that even the passion for his profession as an actor seems to have died (8). But the sonnet ends with a positive affirmation that all is not lost -- that the poet's dear friend can compensate for the grief he feels. See the analysis of Sonnet 30 for more information.
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Home Thoughts, from Abroad by Robert Browning
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds \nAdmit impediments. Love is not love \nWhich alters when it alteration finds, \nOr bends with the remover to remove: \nO no! it is an ever-fixed mark \nThat looks on tempests and is never shaken; \nIt is the star to every wandering bark, \nWhose worth's unknown, although his height be taken \nLove's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks \nWithin his bending sickle's compass come: \nLove alters not with his brief hours and weeks, \nBut bears it out even to the edge of doom. \nIf this be error and upon me proved, \nI never writ, nor no man ever loved. \n\nIn the first part he is saying that love is permanent and fixed, it is not something that changes.  He then uses metaphors to show examples of what love is (a star that guides a ship).  Finally, he shows that love is not affected by time passing (whereas physical beauty fades).  The important thing about this sonnet is the permanence of true love, and its basis not in the physical but in the spiritual.