Robert Browning

My Star ~ A Poem by Robert Browning

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Seeing What Others Cannot

Robert Browning’s My Star reveals how wonder often hides in plain sight—seen only by the eyes of love and the heart that’s awake.

My Star

Robert Browning

All, that I know
 Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
 (Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
 Now a dart of blue
Till my friends have said
 They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
 They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
 Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.

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Reflection

Robert Browning’s My Star invites us to consider the deeply personal nature of beauty and devotion. The speaker’s “certain star” dazzles with flashes of red and blue, its brilliance unseen or unappreciated by others. Yet, that matters little. The true wonder lies in what the star means to him—its mysterious intimacy, its soul revealed only to his gaze. Browning reminds us that love, whether for a person, art, or faith, is not measured by universal approval. What moves your heart need not move the world. The poem’s closing line, “Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it,” captures the essence of pure, private reverence. It’s an invitation to cherish what speaks uniquely to your spirit.

What “star” in your life—person, passion, or belief—has revealed its soul only to you, and how has that changed the way you see the world?

Today’s Quote: Open the Door to Happiness

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The best things in life can never be kept;
They must be given away.
A Smile, a Kiss, and Love ~ Robert Browning

Today’s Quote: Who Are You?

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To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life. ~ Robert Browning

Today’s Quote: The Way Forward

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To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life. ~ Robert Browning

“My Star” A Poem by Robert Browning

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My Star 

Robert Browning

All that I know
Of a certain star,
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue,
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird,—like a flower, hangs furled,
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.

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Poem of the Day ~ Meeting at Night

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Meeting at Night

Robert Browning

Meeting at Night

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringliets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i` the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro` it`s joys and fears,
Then the two hearts beating each to each!

Today’s Poem ~ My Star

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My Star

Robert Browning

All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue;
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartless the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower hangs furled:
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?  
Mine has opened its soul to me, therefore I love it

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Today’s Inspiration ~ What Gives Meaning to You?

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“To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.”

~ Robert Browning

Today’s Poem ~ Life in a Love

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Life In A Love
Robert Browning
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?

It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one’s life, that’s all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

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