On 12th December 1889 the poet Robert Browning died in Venice at the age of 77.
It has to be admitted that Browning’s poetry is not read by
many people today, and most people would be hard pressed to name any of his
poems. Perhaps one that might come to mind is “The Pied Piper of Hamelin”, and
others that deserve to be remembered are “My Last Duchess” and “Home Thoughts
from Abroad”, but most modern readers have little patience with very long
poems, which was the format in which Browning specialised.
It must also be admitted that some of Browning’s poetry is
not easy to understand, and people today, if they read poetry at all, do not
want the intellectual challenge that Browning sometimes poses.
Indeed, there is a story to the effect that Browning himself
had problems with Browning’s poetry! In later life he was asked for the meaning
of a particularly obscure passage in an early work, “Sordello”. He read the
lines aloud and then said: “When I wrote that, God and Robert Browning knew
what it meant – now only God does”.
Robert Browning is probably best known for the romantic
story of how he wooed and won the poet Elizabeth Barrett. She was an invalid
who was fiercely protected by her father, who refused to allow the love affair,
deeply felt on both sides, to proceed. Eventually the lovers married in secret
and escaped to Italy, where they stayed for 16 years until Elizabeth died and
Robert returned to England.
On his return Browning wrote what is probably his best work,
a dramatic monologue entitled “The Ring and the Book” that tells the story of a
17th century murder and trial in Rome. Sadly, it has few readers
today. It prompted the 20th century writer Anthony Burgess to say:
“We all want to like Browning, but we find it very hard”.
© John Welford
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