1-4 Memorize Poetry

A collection of illustrated poems


“How do I love thee”

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

>An adequately dressed man {details: swallowtail suit; bowtie; rose in blazer pocket; sharp contrast with white handkerchief} on the piano sings “how do I love thee.” This line is followed by a ‘run’ (a piano technique whose name I will look up); this brings to mind the process of enumeration.#

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach,

>The man levitates to the second floor {arms fully extended; rose in his mouth; head slightly angled}  [depth<of feeling>+breadth<of reach>+height<literal>]. [my “soul” can reach. <body embodies the soul; levitation = process of reaching

when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

>6 of diamonds

>Shawshank Redemption: old man’s suicide {end(s) of being)

>Morgan Freeman carving at the same spot {grace}

I love thee to the level of everyday’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

>attractive female asleep; emphasis on bands of sunlight coming between the curtain and an exhausted candle on the reading table

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

>MLK on the toilet

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
>PERSONAL: painting on the wall

I love thee with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
>An old you, playing “and my guitar gently weeps,” mourning the lose Lenore


I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,

>Saint George slain by the dragon

Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
>Breath, Smiles, Tears depicted in small pictures on the wall

I shall but [love thee better after death.]

>Juliet gazing into Romeo’s eyes


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O Captain! My Captain!

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! [our fearful trip is done;]

>ship in dock

The ship has weather’d every rack, [the prize we sought is won];

>Roonie O’Sullivan with a hand hook holding the Grandmaster Snooker trophy, beside snooker table

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

>Miniature city under Christmas tree; bell atop

>children exulting at their opened Christmas presents

While [follow eyes] the (steady) keel, the vessel [grim and daring]:

>toy keel (instead of toy train) runs down the stairs

>closeup: movie reference; two operators: one grim and one daring

    But O heart! heart! heart!

>random dancer doing dance move

O the bleeding drops of red,

>Chinese kid saluting to the rising flag of PRC

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

  (Fallen cold and dead.)

>dead captain near wine chest

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

>Ship in living room; first officer, with captain in his arm, pointing to the commotion on the shore

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;

>bells hanging from the roof; full flung pirate flag; marching band plays

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;

>Memorial; bouquets with ribboned grieving cards wreathe (surround) a portrait of the dead captain

For you they call, the swaying mass, [their eager faces turning];

>Crowd stopped by police; calling for the captain, swaying forward, faces turning as the ship advance

Here Captain! dear father!

[ This arm beneath your head;]

 It is some dream that [on the deck,

 You’ve fallen cold and dead.]

>Captain on dinner table; First officer supporting his head with his arm; tearful; mourning

My Captain [does not answer, his lips are pale and still];

>Unresponsive victim on bed

My father [does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will];

>same image; on the floor

The [ship is anchor’d safe and sound], [its voyage closed and done];

>Ship’s sails are withdrawn; sailors carrying loads off the ship to the deck

[From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;]

>Captain from Pirates of the Carribean rides the black pearl, with a decapitated head in his hand

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

>yelling off the second floor; bell in hand hook

 [But I, with mournful tread,


        Walk the deck] (my Captain lies,


          Fallen cold and dead.)

>drunk sailor trudging toward the window, stain of blood on carpet


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