Another beautiful choice of a poem for the series, from my friend and fellow Browning lover, Suzie Grogan.
- Love poems you wish you had written #1 – David Constantine (dadpoet.wordpress.com)
- A Browning Kind of Love (vmmvblog.wordpress.com)
- How do I love thee… (joanleacott.wordpress.com)
- Exaggeration By Elizabeth Barrett Browning (renardmoreau.wordpress.com)
- Cupid On The Cheap (boston.cbslocal.com)
- Missing the Very Best (ijboudreaux.com)
- Featured Poem: How do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (thereaderonline.co.uk)
- How to Write A Sonnet (farafinabooks.wordpress.com)
- Top Ten Love Poems (farafinabooks.wordpress.com)
No more wriggling out of writing ......
This is such an enjoyable series to work on . It is made more poignant for me at the moment as I spend a week away from my husband, ostensibly writing ‘Shell-Shocked Britain’ for Pen and Sword Books. Perhaps, when it comes to the end of September and the manuscript is due to be delivered I will regret spending an hour with Elizabeth Barrett Browning, but I don’t think so. I have already written more than 1000 words of my book and this is a gentle break of an hour or so.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning was born on March 6, 1806 in Durham, England. Her father made a fortune in Jamaican sugar plantations, buying a 500 acre estate in the Malvern Hills where Elizabeth led a privileged childhood, developing a precocious interest in literature. She was encouraged by Mr Barrett who called her the ‘poet laureate of Hope End’ and she became a devotee…
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Hey David, Thanks for the mention. I’m a sporadic birder as well. Mostly in the summer when it’s warm enough to be outside for hours. In the winter, I prefer watching the bird feeder through the window–so much more comfy.
Unfortunately I only have a tiny courtyard, and with the dastardly squirrels I haven’t tried to put up feeders here. 🙂
I bribe the squirrels with sunflower seeds on the ground. Seems they’d rather go for the easy access than do a tightrope walk to get to the bird feeder which hangs on a clothesline between two trees. So far, so good…
I may try that. Like I said the courtyard is very small. More a postage stamp for a breakfast nook, a grill and a few plants than anything else. Most of my birding will have to be done elsewhere, although I have watched bald eagles flying near the river from the balcony.