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Tuesday, October 14, 2008


I am a born sucker for all things romantic. I love the soppy and sentimental, as soppy sentimentals would; and as someone once pointed out, I would look out a glass window at a tree on which hang small yellow lights and sigh at the fireflies I see fluttering about there.
(is 'soppy' even a proper word?)

I don't know many poems I could call my 'favourites', and I understand fewer. But here is, Christina Rossetti's Monna Innominata : A sonnet of sonnets. A compilation of 14 of (to me) one of the most beautiful sonnets of love ever written :)

And the first sonnet goes :

Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:--
Or come not yet, for it is over then,
And long it is before you come again,
So far between my pleasures are and few.
While, when you come not, what I do I do
Thinking "Now when he comes," my sweetest when:"
For one man is my world of all the men
This wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang
Because the pang of parting comes so soon;
My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon
Between the heavenly days on which we meet:
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
When life was sweet because you call'd them sweet?

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