UnP 2015/1
To my dear and loving husband
- Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Anne Bradstreet poem:
Professes her love for her husband in the firsts stanzas, but argues that they may not live no more at the end.
Has as the main subject a love a woman have for her husband and praises him by asking god to reward him for his love.
Argues that loving is a grateful sentiment but complain it has a high price which no River can ever quench.
Is written in modern English and uses old words such as thy (your) and thee (you) to show how for long this sentiment is valued in our society.
E mais: nota TRI a todo o momento.
