Love in Life by Robert Browning
"Love in Life" is a poem written by Robert Browning. The poem talks as if he is talking about a house; however, the poem is truly about a woman. He states that he won't care about the woman's past because there is so much of her to explore and learn. He writes this because he looked into the past of his former lovers too much and it caused problems. The evidence to this statement can be found here "Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her".
This poem is written as two parts. The first part speaks about him not wanting to care about his next woman's past. The second part speaks of him wanting to learn about everything else since there is so much to learn. The poem is rhymed as ABCCCABC.
Love in Life I. Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her--- Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume! As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew: Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather. II. Yet the day wears, And door succeeds door; I try the fresh fortune--- Range the wide house from the wing to the centre. Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter. Spend my whole day in the quest,---who cares? But 'tis twilight, you see,---with such suites to explore, Such closets to search, such alcoves to importuny
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