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Scarica Porphyria's lover - appunti e più Appunti in PDF di Inglese solo su Docsity! Porphyria's Lover BY ROBERT BROWNING The rain set early in to-night,        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 endeavour, To set its struggling passion free        From pride, and vainer ties dissever,        And give herself to me for ever. But passion sometimes would prevail,        Nor could to-night'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 I knew Porphyria worshipped 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 I 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 I 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 a word! collegamento violenza sulle donne dramotic poam -> poen which teles a story cupo COME DELL OM CHARACTERS:2 INARRre TORTURARE HESTRANCLED HER WITH ER OWN HAIR THE REASON IS NOTCIVEN ENTRA SILENZIOAMENTE CHIUDE FUOR D. LEAVES HER HOUSE TO REACH HER LOVER INCINOCCHIARS TRISTE CAMINO WHERILLS HER WITHHER OWN HAIR landscape - nature is coolic coed and moiny Linsiste in order and hoties thouks to p. ( NUAA ASCIA UBERA M SHE IS PROUD - SHEIS RICHAND MAYBE AN AMSTOCATIC lai pensa che leinon abbia correggi di routere isuoi ecqanxamore the eyricoe I SFOR21 FAR SI CHE LA SUA PASSIONE SI UBER AALIORGOCUO pale - colore aristocrazia ↳ ein cordinide paleore quando pensa de eei potrebbe von unirsi a lei VANO Cicol I is streggling agencheprimaeiresta entrando nellacasa alla fine capisco -> Ma rimane confes de lei inamo verauente ANALYSIS perfective of the story is very in quel moments subjective t we don'tknow what sei era sua, perfettan p. wants eute puro e capisce -> ironicoe -> disconection betweenche se un unica cosa gap what the exricoe I da forze a Ma says and what is treccia e la strangola stared by the comunity colos -> I Out 2"in the speaker's inwol 3 ↓ Marration paradoxicol cootic Boccolo -SCIENTIFIC ANALYSIS " controposition PALDEBRE whith the structure wenice is very controlled -requlor LAMBIC TETRAMETERI ANCHE SE MORIA L SUO BAGO riflessione su come non DIVENTA ROSSA IN VISO cisia unMurica realta (da de essa sia estremamente sfaccettatal LA VEDE FEUCEPR HA OTTENUTO QUELLO CHEVOLEVA -is fivolvente sono stato conquistato e een halasciato tutto" DIO TUAVIA NON HA DEMO UNA PAROLA 1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy. 2 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch’d words of my voice loos’d to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun. Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. Song of Myself (1892 version) BY WALT WHITMAN OUTER SPACE he celebrate himself t he celebrate the entire wored/humanity human is NURTURE ↓ - a result of it a mature + society double vision -> materialistic Imetaplisicl ↓ tries to ropresents both (as in the society) everything is worth to be ropresented inclusive inpolitics -> he was democratic he visited ace america laesp remoted) 4tries to give voice to the poorest humanity who con't express their own voice ( strong patriotism Americanation who ee eived troveeling C -> he is a spiritual = vagabond" ascegtuttee se INNER SPACE idea of soueweydibereameriche se origine poesia -Natura -->sexual varilg