Love, Poetry and Grey’s Anatomy

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese: XLIII

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Thursday is the best day of the week for me. Why? Because THURSDAY is Grey’s Anatomy night!!! I’m not a die-hard fan of the show but I won’t admit that I don’t enjoy it. The episode tonight was not that heavy in comparison to other episodes. On a scale from 1-10, where 10 means above-average and 1 means poor, how would I rate this episode? I’d probably give it about a 6, borderline average so to speak. Nevertheless the ending still caught me pointblank. Derick and Merideth are finally engaged… wooopie-doodle-dooo… however, I don’t really care too much about their love tandem… I just liked how the engagement was set up. It was not overly done rather, it was…

Simple, sweet and sincere…

That’s how it was done and should be done in my point of view.  I’d give more details about the episode but I don’t want to spoil it for those other GA fans too. Damn. I feel so mushy right now. It makes me want to give myself a good kick on the head and barf this mushiness out of my system. I feel like reading a Jane Austen novel now or one of Lord Byron’s poem or probably watch Legally Blonde- talk about mental retardation. There is a mental hospital a few minutes drive from here and I imagine a room there with my name on it. This is probably just stress talking, making me feel lonely and in need of some mushiness. And oh, I think I’m going to blame a quarter of it on AC’s recent post. That song by D’Sound is stuck in my head now…

Anyway, here is an excerpt from a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning:

              Excerpt from Elizabeth Browning’s
“My Heart and I”            

       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.

Even though this poem has been written more than a century ago, it still pretty much speaks to all of us who have been wrongfully enslaved by that bastard Cupid. Elizabeth was once afraid of love too but Robert Browning stayed with her and eventually gained her trust. Deriving from her surname, we can pretty much say how that courtship went down. I recommend reading her poems, especially Sonnets from the Portuguese: XLIII; It was poem she wrote for her husband whom she loved dearly until his death. With him, she got to see a part of the world. With him, she learned what love truly feels like. And in some ways, don’t we want the same things as she did? To entrust your heart to someone completely? To learn what love is truly about? And to see the world in the lights of a new morning?

BITIN BA? Well as much as I want to keep ranting and be mushy here, it’s 3 am and the all-you-can-eat sushi I had this evening has finally sinked in. So now, it’s time for me to write another essay. BOOOO. Back to reality yet once again. 

Keep the Faith. Spread the Love.

Say wuttt, gangstah?

That is all.

Adieu.

ps. Tequila anyone?