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Porphyria's lover

  1. May 24, 2006 #1
    The rain set early in tonight,
    The sullen wind was soon awake,
    It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
    And did its worst to vex the lake:
    I listened with heart fit to break.
    When glided in Porphyria; straight
    She shut the cold out and the storm,
    And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
    Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
    Which done, she rose, and from her form
    Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
    And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
    Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
    And, last, she sat down by my side
    And called me. When no voice replied,
    She put my arm about her waist,
    And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
    And all her yellow hair displaced,
    And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
    And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
    Murmuring how she loved me — she
    Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor,
    To set its struggling passion free
    From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
    And give herself to me forever.
    But passion sometimes would prevail,
    Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain
    A sudden thought of one so pale
    For love of her, and all in vain:
    So, she was come through wind and rain.
    Be sure I looked up at her eyes
    Happy and proud; at last l knew
    Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
    Made my heart swell, and still it grew
    While I debated what to do.
    That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
    Perfectly pure and good: I found
    A thing to do, and all her hair
    In one long yellow string l wound
    Three times her little throat around,
    And strangled her. No pain felt she;
    I am quite sure she felt no pain.
    As a shut bud that holds a bee,
    I warily oped her lids: again
    Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
    And l untightened next the tress
    About her neck; her cheek once more
    Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
    I propped her head up as before,
    Only, this time my shoulder bore
    Her head, which droops upon it still:
    The smiling rosy little head,
    So glad it has its utmost will,
    That all it scorned at once is fled,
    And I, its love, am gained instead!
    Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
    Her darling one wish would be heard.
    And thus we sit together now,
    And all night long we have not stirred,
    And yet God has not said aword!

    What makes you think about the mentality of the lover?why did he do so>?
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  3. May 25, 2006 #2


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    Did I read it right? Was he a psycho???
  4. May 25, 2006 #3


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  5. May 25, 2006 #4
    My high school English teacher was very into this piece, I have no clue why though, I disliked it.
  6. May 25, 2006 #5
    i am not interested in whats present already on net about it......

    ---there are many interpretations which can be derived about him...

    What i thought abt this was the poet has mocked love,,,a line needs to be drawn between true love and possessiveness..love's abt happiness...what you think?
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