Life In A Love

Escape me?
Never---
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again,---
So the chace takes up one's life ' that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope goes to ground
Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark,
I shape me---
Ever
Removed!

by Robert Browning

Comments (13)

Wonderful and entertaining poem
A nice write here...so nice to read as well
This is so funny... so there Mr Smith rolled away Much like an amoeba with not a frame to hold the shape... Entertaining poem.10+++
i wonder what brought this to the mind of mr. de la mare. smith's bones gone, i more expected him to flow rather than walk from the surgery—more like a puddle, no? -gk
Fun in rhyme and rhythm
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