Response to Sonnet 43
Ehh for English we had to write a response to Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barret Browning. Sarah, Irene, and I wrote this, I lol'd about it. idk
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How do you love me? Let me get this straight.
How deep is the depth of which your love runs?
And how high does it soar? Does it reach the sky or go beyond?
Most quiet needs, you say? My needs are loud!
My love is not free; it is a ball and chain.
Pure and true it is not! I have wandering eyes.
Old griefs? I'll give you new griefs.
Your childhood is in the past, let's keep it there.
Your smile will shatter; your tears a salty snack.
I do not understand why you wrote this to me,
For there must be some other poor soul for you to bother.
Send this sad excuse for poetry to the fire!
Instead of God taking your last breath,
I will send you to your grave, your death.
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How do you love me? Let me get this straight.
How deep is the depth of which your love runs?
And how high does it soar? Does it reach the sky or go beyond?
Most quiet needs, you say? My needs are loud!
My love is not free; it is a ball and chain.
Pure and true it is not! I have wandering eyes.
Old griefs? I'll give you new griefs.
Your childhood is in the past, let's keep it there.
Your smile will shatter; your tears a salty snack.
I do not understand why you wrote this to me,
For there must be some other poor soul for you to bother.
Send this sad excuse for poetry to the fire!
Instead of God taking your last breath,
I will send you to your grave, your death.