Sonnets from the Portuguese

Forty-four sonnets written in secret, to a man who had changed everything, by a woman who had not expected to live long enough to be loved. Elizabeth Barrett Browning slipped them to Robert Browning after their elopement as though they were translations from the Portuguese. They were not translations. They were the most honest thing she ever wrote. Fourteen of them, one a day, arced from the first bewildered trembling to the fullness of a love that holds past death.

Read one big book alongside other readers, a day at a time. Cohorts set off on the date above.