Anne Bradstreet: to My Dear and Loving Husband
April 30, 2010 in Love Poems
â To My Dear and me ‘Husbandâ;? written by Americaâ s first female poet, the Puritan, Anne Bradstreet. In fact, Anne Bradstreet is one of only a handful of female American poets during the first 200 years of Americaâ;? History.
After Bradstreet, one can list only Phillis Wheatley, the 18th century black female poet, Emma Lazarus, the 19th century poet whose famous words appear on the Statue of Liberty, the 19th century Emily Dickinson, Americaâ S most famous woman poet.
â To My Dear and me ‘Husbandâ;? is pretty standard poetic features. One is the status of two rhyming lines.
Another factor is the anaphora, the repetition of a phrase in the first three lines.
And third is the popular iambic pentameter.
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The subject of Anne Bradstreetâ S poem of love is obvious love for her husband. I commend him and asks the heavens to reward him for his love.
The poem is a touching display of love and affection and very unusual for the era of the Puritan colony of Massachusetts Bay in which Anne Bradstreet lived.
Puritan women should be limited to, domestic and submissive to their husbands.
It was not expected or able to exhibit their intelligence, charm, intelligence, or passion. John Winthrop, the governor of Massachusetts, once remarked that women who exercised wisdom or intelligence is apt to go insane.
Anne Bradstreet was born Anne Dudley in 1612 in England. She married Simon Bradstreet when she was 16, both sailed with her family to America in 1630.
The hard, cold journey to America took three months to complete. John Winthrop was also a passenger on the trip.
The voyage landed in Boston and the passengers joined the colony of Massachusetts Bay.
The men in Anne Bradstreetâ;? His family were managers and politicians. Both her father and her husband became Massachusetts governors.
The husband, Simon, often traveled for weeks throughout the colony as a manager.
Anne Bradstreetâ;? Poem, â To my dear and loving husband, â was a response to the husbandâ?; its absence.
Very little is known about Anne Bradstreetâ?; Life in Massachusetts.
There are portraits and there is even a grave marker. She and her family moved several times, each time further away from Boston on the border.
Anne and Simon had 8 children during a period of 10 years, and all surviving children healthy and safe, a remarkable achievement considering the safety and health hazards of the season.
Anne Bradstreet was highly intelligent and largely self-taught. She took seriously as an intellectual and a poet, reading heavily on history, science, art and literature. However, as a good Puritan woman, Bradstreet did not make successes of the public.
Bradstreet wrote poetry for herself, family and friends, never meaning to publish them.
They believe that her friend, Anne Hutchinson was the intellectual, educated and led womenâ S prayer meetings where alternative religious beliefs were discussed. He was labeled a heretic and banished from the colony. Hutchinson eventually died in an Indian attack. Is it any wonder that Anne Bradstreet was hesitant to publish her poetry and call attention to itself;
Anne Bradstreetâ S first poems secretly taken by her brother-in-law in England and published a small volume when she was 38.
The sales volume and in England, but the poems are not nearly completed, and later the works.
Bradstreetâ S later works were not published during her lifetime. Her poems about her love for her husband was a private and personal, meant to share with family and friends of the Group.
Although her health was often a concern, especially during childbirth, Anne Bradstreet lived until the age of 60.
Enjoy?; To my dear and loving husband, â remarkable achievement.
To My Dear and Loving
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I award you love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches of the East hold doth.
My love is such that Rivers can not quench,
Should not but love you, to recompence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward you manifold I pray.
Then while we live, to love us so persever,
That when we live no more we can ever live.
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