This is one of my favorite poems that I have ever read,
It's crazy to imagine all of the things that Robert Browning said,
But what I really want to know is what's going on inside of Porphyria's man's head,
Wanting her dead,
Trying to strangle her with a piece of yellow thread
Wrapping it around her head Three times (16-17),
Showing his love through nothing but a selfish crime
"At that moment she was mine, mine..." (15)
Is that what he was thinking as he strangled her by her neckline?
Wow Einstein, you just messed up your love as you leave your one and only lay supine.
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