My Star

All, that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.

by Robert Browning

Comments (4)

After reading a book 'Restless sole! ', a biography of the poet and knew the poet wrote this poem while young for competition and she stood third though she deserved the first rank(Many complained including the one who won the first prize) I began reading poems by this poet. This poem has remained my favourite, the music, idea and architecture is superb.
For a very long time this has been one of my favorite poems..She has written a great poem about life perspective..
A long but interesting read.
Oh, young, so bold.