Brawne

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I ask heaven and the stars above
Oh bring me sweet fulfillment
For I have waited eagerly ―
To precipitate in love.

There we stood along the pastures met
I recall ― sombre but mostly silent
Your wild, impenetrable spirit
But then I wake, shiver with sigh
Oh where m I? I m all alone.

Box of diaries and wane letters
Hope seemed to cling on fulgid skies
I wished my love had you not fled
My life and joy, its colors ―
‘Neath moor they lie but dead.

Oh I attain to utter forth in verse
Hold close the lines of Endymion
Hear you praise ’tis so, tis true’
Ye drew the soul unto your blue

Sickly I ponder upon your tomb
Observe as snows succeed the rose
Upon my brow I felt soft a kiss
I wonder was it you or wind ―

I ask heaven and the stars above
Oh bring me sweet fulfillment
For I have waited eagerly ―
To precipitate in love.

 

 

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Poetical spouse – Fanny Brawne

Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub

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54 thoughts on “Brawne

  1. Kim M. Russell says:

    I love the cyclic structure of your poem, Sanaa, opening and ending with the same stanza, and the language:
    ‘Box of diaries and wane letters
    Hope seemed to cling on fulgid skies’
    and
    ‘Sickly I ponder upon your tomb
    Observe as snows succeed the rose’
    all written in the spirit of the Romantic poets. Beautifully done.

    Much love x

  2. Grace says:

    I love the voice and sweet verses specially this part Sanaa:

    Sickly I ponder upon your tomb
    Observe as snows succeed the rose
    Upon my brow I felt soft a kiss
    I wonder was it you or wind ―

    Thanks for your unwavering support!

  3. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    This is so wonderful, and I’m sorry to have missed it when first posted… the story in it bittersweetnesss is so wonderful in tone and rhythm.. as a sweet song, where I sense a longing in the end…

  4. Kerry O'Connor says:

    i always felt for the heartache of Fanny Brawne. These lines give me some hope for her.

    Sickly I ponder upon your tomb
    Observe as snows succeed the rose
    Upon my brow I felt soft a kiss
    I wonder was it you or wind

  5. gillena says:

    “Sickly I ponder upon your tomb
    Observe as snows succeed the rose
    Upon my brow I felt soft a kiss
    I wonder was it you or wind ―”

    The longing rises to its height here in this verse, with pathos and angst. Enjoyed !!!
    Thank you for linking to my Sunday Lime this week Sanaa

    much love…

  6. kaykuala h says:

    I ask heaven and the stars above
    Oh bring me sweet fulfillment
    For I have waited eagerly ―

    There is always that realization that one can expect happiness but may be restrained for some reasons. But there is still a lot of hopes!

    Hank

  7. jasmin says:

    beautiful. I’ve re-read this as it is such a poem to enjoy and digest slowly. :))

    There we stood along the pastures met
    I recall ― sombre but mostly silent
    Your wild, impenetrable spirit
    But then I wake, shiver with sigh
    Oh where m I? I m all alone.

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