19 September 2022: Had a pretty good discussion with my Victorian lit class about a couple of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's famous sonnets. First, we acknowledged them for what they are--absolutely devoted love poems from someone who has it
bad. It was also fun talk about how she works within yet stretches the form. I particularly find myself drawn to the
single word sentence in line 6 of this one. So surprising and arresting.
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