Let Me Count the Ways
Three weeks after your birthday, Midsummer’s Eve arrives, my favorite night, the shortest of the year in our northern hemisphere.
Now I’ll love June 1st as well and I wonder at the ways I’ll come to love you, for my heart tells me that it’s a certainty I will, despite my mind’s protestations that it’s too early yet to tell.
And I recall Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s poetry, especially her Sonnet 43, my favorite love poem, one I translated not so very long ago.
How I wish it had been in Spanish so that I could translate it anew or best yet, that I could have written it myself as an offering just for you.
“How do I love thee, let me count the ways, ….”
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Ocala, Florida, 2006; all rights reserved