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.
.. for ignoring my aberrations… classic man stuff (just sayin)
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That’s me, classic hombre matter…
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I like this. It’s touching, tender, and it even rhymes, just what a poem should do.
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Jane for a wicked wordsmith such as yourself that is high praise
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It’s high praise from someone who is very pernickety about what she likes 🙂
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OMG! I love your version. It looks like you have some of your father’s ability to put feelings to rhyme.
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Ah now I fear I must defer to the old boy’s craft. He was a poet and I merely scribble doggerel. Kind words though and gratefully received
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Truly beautiful. It stands up very well next to the original, I’d say.
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Well you are a woman and millinophile of taste and discernment, young Lucybubble. Mucho touchimus
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Strikes a strong chord – authentic experiences. Well done
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Thanks Phil… it’s one I’ve wanted to do since I started down this route.
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I think you best the original 😀💜
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Now that is stretching a compliment lovely though it is. The woman was a genius and I am a humble scribe…
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Yes true. Yet you said more your way and it was so honest and fun. 💜
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Ah yes always good to stick to ones own voice however trite it can seem
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🙃😁
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Love it His Geoffleship!
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Thanks Queen R. Just a bit of fluff…
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Fluff is good…
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My, so beautiful and touching, Geoff!
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Thanks Erika. It’s nice to think it strikes a chord
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See, there you go along buggering around with much loved poems and such and making me sigh and grin and cringe – and then you do this! I do rather love it when you do this!
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I do slip up from time to time, letting the real me poke through…
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❤
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Aw, Geoff… you ole softy. Your version was just as lovely. Hugs to you and yours.
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Thanks Teagan. It wasn’t hard to be a softy on this one.
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I’d say you stayed very close to the original meaning with a few winks to the reality of modern day love.
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Thank you that’s kind. I tried for once to follow the script… gosh that was hard
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Your sentimental side is sneaking past the cynic! Well done.
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I know. I shouldn’t let m6 guard drop… thank you for the kind words
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Who knows what might happen. God forbid you got maudlin!
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No, take me outside and feed me to the mushrooms if that happens…
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