I only thank the book for... «Aurora Leigh»
innashpitzberg23 мая 2013I only thank the book for what it taught,
And what permitted. Poet, doubt yourself, But never doubt that you're a poet to me From henceforth. You have written poems, sweet, Which moved me in secret, as the sap is moved In still March branches, signless as a stone: But this last book o'ercame me like soft rain Which falls at midnight, when the tightened bark Breaks out into unhesitating buds And sudden protestations of the Spring. In all your other books, I saw but you:
A man may see the moon so, in a pond, And not be nearer therefore to the moon, Nor use the sight . . . except to drown himself: And so I forced my heart back from the sight, For what had I, I thought, to do with her, Aurora . . . Romney? But, in this last book, You showed me something separate from yourself, Beyond you, and I bore to take it in And let it draw me. You have shown me truths,
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