Friday, June 12, 2009

now what was i gonna say?

This just occurred to me. It's gonna take a second but I'll get to the point, maybe.

My senior year research paper was on Elizabeth and Robert Browning. Okay ya with me? While doing that paper I began to love her sonnet How do I love thee? and I have read it a countless number of times since then. Now I'm no romantic, I'm actually a huge cynic, but that sonnet alone speaks volumes about what love is, or should be. Now I haven't mentioned it yet but I had trouble coming up with a title to that paper...and one day in class Hath{my english teacher} asked what my title was and I of course told him I didn't have one to which he replied "Use a line in her sonnet." The line I used was "I shall but love thee better after death" and if you know anything about that couple you would know that they were hopeless romantic's who overcame many trials in their lives but yada yada...but to this day the last two lines "And if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death" have puzzled me for some reason. That makes absolutely no sense to me but at the same time it makes all the sense in the world.

But anyway you see where I started with the Browning's, now in the past few years I've read Robert Browing's sonnet that begins with "Grow old with me, the best is yet to be."

Then, I'm pretty sure but my memory leaves me much as it is doing now, my grandmother suggested we dance to Grow old with me by Mary Carpenter.

And if you have watched the slide show you would realize that song is on there.

Now I've totally lost my point, and the direction I was going with this for that matter, but it is funny that the only couple that has written the only thing that I my cynical self find romantic and have not critized in any cynical way has seemed to follow me, just as much as I have followed it.

I haven't always been this way, when I was young I was sure that Prince Charmig would sweep me off my feet. But due to a strong dose of reality and the realization that men are no more princes as we are princesses, I am no longer that hopeless romantic. But I guess now I am a cynical romantic, who loves anything by the Browning's and no one else.

But get back to your Friday night and quit reading this, cause I have no clue where I was going with it at all. I must go I have two barking dogs, one of which is afraid to bark to loud and hides by me.

2 comments:

  1. Perfect song, doncha think?
    GOB

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  2. Please edit this post to include the fact that woman are not TYPICALLY princesses - there are always exceptions. Avery IS a princess, of course! lol

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