English poetry

Poems in English

Browning Decides To Be A Poet

in these red labyrinths of London
I find that I have chosen
The strangest of all callings,
Save that, in its way, any calling is strange.
Like the alchemist
Who sought the philosopher’s stone
In quicksilver,
I shall make everyday words
The gambler’s marked cards, the common coin
Give off the magic that was their
When Thor was both the god and the din,
The thunderclap and the prayer.
In today’s dialect
I shall say, in my fashion, eternal things:
I shall try to be worthy
Of the great echo of Byron.
This dust that I am will be invulnerable.
If a woman shares my love
My verse will touch the tenth sphere of the concentric heavens;
If a woman turns my love aside
I will make of my sadness a music,
A full river to resound through time.
I shall live by forgetting myself.
I shall be the face I glimpse and forget,
I shall be Judas who takes on
The divine mission of being a betrayer,
I shall be Caliban in his bog,
I shall be a mercenary who dies
Without fear and without faith,
I shall be Polycrates, who looks in awe
Upon the seal returned by fate.
I will be the friend who hates me.
The persian will give me the nightingale, and Rome the sword.
Masks, agonies, resurrections
Will weave and unweave my life,
And in time I shall be Robert Browning.

1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)

Poem Browning Decides To Be A Poet - Jorge Luis Borges