I’ve been buggering around with some of the nation’s favourite poems recently and this one has been on my list. But, well the thing is it’s also one of my all time favourite sonnets – and I do love a sonnet. Rather than a link for those who don’t know it, here it is in full
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
And here’s my take
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love you when the mundane morning chorus
Of the prattling radio awakes us
And you mine the duvet likes it’s the End of Days.
I love you when you leave me at the station
To walk home in the rain, dripping clothes and oaths.
I love you for understanding what no one else knows
In my silences and wordless impatience.
I love you for laughing at oft-told stories
Never querying my many variations.
I love you for ignoring my aberrations
And allowing me my unworthy glories.
And if grief comes to me, dripping slow
I will love you more than you will ever know.