Love In A Life


Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her---
Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:
Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather.


Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune---
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,---who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see,---with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!

by Robert Browning

Comments (3)

Michael, you've brought to life so many aspects of the inner city. It makes you wonder why it's got to be that way? Brilliant write! ! Brian
Loved the grittiness of this poem Michael. You pulled no punches and created a vivid picture of 'the inner city jungle'.Loved the line, 'The spring of life is full of rust' -wow. Kind regards, Justine.
that was wonderful... so true too... you are an amazing writer. read mine about child killers http: // show=poem&poem=2825598