Magical Nature

Flower, I never fancied, jewel, I profess you!
Bright I see and soft I feel the outside of a flower.
Save but glow inside and jewel, I should guess you,
Dim to sight and rough to touch: the glory is the dower.

You, forsooth, a flower? Nay, my love, a jewel,
Jewel at no mercy of a moment in your prime!
Time may fray the flower-face: kind be time or cruel,
Jewel, from each facet, flash your laugh at time!

Robert Browning

Robert Browning was an English poet and playwright whose mastery of dramatic verse, especially dramatic monologues, made him one of the foremost Victorian poets. His work was initially harshly criticized, but he gained recognition later in life. He is best known for works such as "The Ring and the Book" and "Men and Women" which exhibit his deep understanding of human character and psychological insight.

Robert Browning

A Pearl, A Girl

Robert Browning, Simple Poetry

Two In The Campagna

Robert Browning, Simple Poetry

Verse-Making Was Least Of My Virtues

Robert Browning, Simple Poetry

My Star

Robert Browning, Simple Poetry

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Poetics

So say the foolish! Say the foolish so, Love?
Flower she is, my rose or else, My very swan is she
Or perhaps, Yon maid-moon, blessing earth below, Love,
That art thou! to them, belike: no such vain words from me.

Hush, rose, blush! no balm like breath, I chide it:
Bend thy neck its best, swan, hers the whiter curve!
Be the moon the moon: my Love I place beside it:
What is she? Her human self, no lower word will serve.

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A Pearl, A Girl

A simple ring with a single stone,
To the vulgar eye no stone of price:
Whisper the right word, that alone,
Forth starts a sprite, like fire from ice,
And lo, you are lord (says an Eastern scroll)
Of heaven and earth, lord whole and sole
Through the power in a pearl.

A woman (tis I this time that say)
With little the world counts worthy praise
Utter the true word, out and away
Escapes her soul: I am wrapt in blaze,
Creations lord, of heaven and earth
Lord whole and sole, by a minutes birth,
Through the love in a girl!

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Natural Magic

All I can say is, I saw it!
The room was as bare as your hand.
I locked in the swarth little lady, I swear,
From the head to the foot of her, well, quite as bare!
No Nautch shall cheat me, said I, taking my stand
At this bolt which I draw! And this bolt, I withdraw it,
And there laughs the lady, not bare, but embowered
With, who knows what verdure, oerfruited, oerflowered?
Impossible! Only, I saw it!

All I can sing is, I feel it!
This life was as blank as that room;
I let you pass in here. Precaution, indeed?
Walls, ceiling and floor, not a chance for a weed!
Wide opens the entrance: wheres cold now, wheres gloom?
No May to sow seed here, no June to reveal it,
Behold you enshrined in these blooms of your bringing,
These fruits of your bearing, na...

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A Pretty Woman

I.
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!

II.
To think men cannot take you, Sweet,
And enfold you,
Ay, and hold you,
And so keep you what they make you, Sweet!

III.
You like us for a glance, you know
For a words sake
Or a swords sake,
Alls the same, whateer the chance, you know.

IV.
And in turn we make you ours, we say
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say.

V.
Alls our own, to make the most of, Sweet
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet!

VI.
But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed ...

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Summum Bonum

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee:
All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem:
In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea:

Breath and bloom, shade and shine, wonder, wealth, and, how far above them,
Truth, thats brighter than gem,
Trust, thats purer than pearl,
Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me
In the kiss of one girl.

Robert Browning

Song

I.

Nay but you, who do not love her,
Is she not pure gold, my mistress?
Holds earth aught, speak truth, above her?
Aught like this tress, see, and this tress,
And this last fairest tress of all,
So fair, see, ere I let it fall?

II.

Because, you spend your lives in praising;
To praise, you search the wide world over;
Then why not witness, calmly gazing,
If earth holds aught, speak truth, above her?
Above this tress, and this, I touch
But cannot praise, I love so much!

Robert Browning