Maybe those who, personally or virtually, know me and know my musical tastes as well, might think that the title of this blog it's due to a particular song by a particular singer. (Google it and you will find it out. I want to keep you busy from my first blogging day. It's a great a song, by the way.) If you think so, you are wrong. Nothing to do with music but poetry. “My heart and I” is a poem by the British victorian poet, Elizabeth Barret Browning. She, like me, was a disabled woman; she, like me, was a sickly child; she, like me, had an overprotective family; she, like me, loved dogs but she had one and I have three; she opened her heart on poems and finally, she found love. She is, without a doubt, my role model. I love her and her poems, specially the poem that gaves title to my blog. It was written before she met the poet Robert Browning, her love, and there is sadness on it. At the end of this post I put a link where you can read the poem but I couldn't resist to extract the second verse of the poem. I wish I have written it. It's me in a period of my life on these lines and sometimes, even now, we're tired, my heart and I.
II
You see we're tired, my heart and I.
We dealt with books, we trusted men,
And in our own blood drenched the pen,
As if such colours could not fly.
We walked too straight for fortune's end,
We loved too true to keep a friend ;
At last we're tired, my heart and I.
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