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Sarah Baum; 10th grade
The High School of American Studies at Lehman College
Mr. Daniel Murphy
The name of the poem the student is inspired by for the Browning poem : “My Last Duchess,” by Robert Browning
Browning Inspired Poetry Entry:
The following poem, “Elizabeth,” is based on the love story of Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Robert Browning. It is written to the same meter, iambic pentameter, and rhyme scheme as Robert Browning’s poem “My Last Duchess.” I chose this poem as my inspiration because it was one of Browning’s “Dramatic Lyrics,” which Elizabeth
Browning defended after the poems were criticized. After she defended it, Robert Browning asked to meet her, and their meeting is what brought them to fall in love with each other.
“ Elizabeth ”
Across the way there shines my gleaming girl;
Soft as a sunset, luminous as a pearl.
But far away she stands so out of reach,
For if I get too near, my heart she’ll breach.
Around herself she built a wall of straw,
And when it fell I felt so full of awe.
For whilst her words are kindest of mankind,
More breathtaking was how she left behind
Her father whom she loved and trusted so
To run away with me and end my woe.
And now today my world is filled with glee,
And every morn’ my gleaming girl greets me.
She leaves all of her dark and deep hair down;
Her eyes alone can halt my saddest frown.
My chest can not contain my happy heart;
Poem #1 : “The Widower”
One day when all the flowers were in bloom,
A man told his child a tale about love.
Years ago he met a lady with whom
He’d sit and watch the glitt’ring stars above.
The two of them were happy as could be;
Years passed and they remained the best of friends.
Until he popped the question. To her glee,
They were married by just the next weekend.
Then everything began to go downhill;
Soon there was a new baby on the way.
They would be happy, but the girl fell ill,
The man grew more worrisome with each day.
When came the time for her to birth a boy,
Her illness had consumed her so much so.
She had the baby, yet there was no joy;
The lady passed and there was so much woe.
The man looked at his child and he spoke,
Of how his youthful life was all but done.
For even though right then his heart had broke,
T’was pieced right back together by his son.
I am an artist and love is my art.
Original Poetry Entry:
Poem #1 : “The Widower”
One day when all the flowers were in bloom,
A man told his child a tale about love.
Years ago he met a lady with whom
He’d sit and watch the glitt’ring stars above.
The two of them were happy as could be;
Years passed and they remained the best of friends.
Until he popped the question. To her glee,
They were married by just the next weekend.
Then everything began to go downhill;
Soon there was a new baby on the way.
They would be happy, but the girl fell ill,
The man grew more worrisome with each day.
When came the time for her to birth a boy,
Her illness had consumed her so much so.
She had the baby, yet there was no joy;
The lady passed and there was so much woe.
The man looked at his child and he spoke,
Of how his youthful life was all but done.
For even though right then his heart had broke,
T’was pieced right back together by his son.
