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A Letter to Her Husband by Anne Bradstreet — Sad Poetry Lines

By Anne Bradstreet

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari, nature-poetry

Absent upon Public Employment My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more, My joy, my magazine, of earthly store, If two be one, as surely thou and I, How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie? So many steps, head from the heart to sever, If but a neck, soon should we be together. I, like the Earth this season, mourn in black, My Sun is gone so far in's zodiac, Whom whilst I 'joyed, nor storms, nor frost I felt, His warmth such fridged colds did cause to melt.

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"Absent upon Public Employment..."

"A Letter to Her Husband" by Anne Bradstreet is a sad and love and nature english poem consisting of 28 lines. This English poem by Anne Bradstreet demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Absent upon Public Employment ...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Anne Bradstreet's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Anne Bradstreet (c. 1612–1672) was the first published poet of English America. Her collection "The Tenth Muse" (1650) explores domestic life, faith, and the New World experience, and she is considered the founding mother of American poetry.

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