Elizabeth Barrett was a slave to misfortune. A prolific poet as a child she developed head and spinal pain that she carried with her most of her life. She took laudanum for the pain and effectively became an opium addict. Later in life she also developed lung problems which were possibly TB.
When she fell in love and married Robert Browning, six years her junior, she was disinherited by her father. But the father disinherited all his children who married.
The family fortune came from West Indian Sugar Plantations, which relied on slavery. EBB was fiercely anti-slavery and wrote anti-slavery poetry.
Her output of work is enormous and she was highly popular in her own lifetime. He popularity was transatlantic as she was also a hit in the USA. She was one of the rockstar poets of the Victorian era. When Robert Browning met her she was the famous poet, not he. At one point she was mooted as Poet Laureate, a post that fell to Tennyson.
Born this day in 1806.
Sonnet 38: by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
the fingers of this hand wherewith I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white,
slow to world-greetings, quick with its ‘Oh, list,’
when the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my sight,
than that first kiss. The second passed in height
the first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,
half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love, which love’s own crown,
with sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third upon my lips was folded down
in perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, ‘My love, my own.’