Poetry | Elizabeth Barrett Browning was born on March 6
A Vivid Gleam of Light
𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦 —”Actually the world is but the dream of our soul.” — Mihai Eminescu, Poems and prose
who’s there? — oh, my dear boundless eternity;
just a mere drop in this day of all sacred days
(by an open window, an inner self who strays
from a planned path and lives without certainty)
I am a bee, am I not? — oh, my beloved naive mind;
I am overwhelmed by the limpid and clear heaven
(the sky is so unfathomable that must leaven
my dreamy gaze with the presence of the wind)
what are you like? — oh, my forsaken and far core;
I stand convinced that I am a vivid gleam of light
(a willing prey to my imagination, thence I might
be the inhabitant of a flowering branch — wherefore
the Heart bless my restless verses and hallow them)
since words are as eternal as my mother’s caress
when she created my realm and turned it into a stem,
my every wish will be to breath with love, so I confess
that a poem lies within my sigh for it is already there
in my soul; doubtless, I shall have to awake and beware
of the large stars, as soon as I am take over the glare
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“An artist is someone who has learnt to trust in himself!”
(Copying Beethoven, directed by Agnieszka Holland.)
