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The poem's pacing mirrors the narrator's evolving emotions. The swift rhythm in the first stanzas conveys a sense of urgency and drama, while the slower, more reflective rhythm in the later stanzas exposes the narrator's selfishness and vulnerability.
Robert Browning's "A Light Woman" is a dramatic monologue about love, friendship, and deceit, told from the perspective of a man who betrays his friend by seducing the woman he loves. The speaker justifies his actions by insisting that he only did this in order to prove to his friend that this woman was "light," or unserious and promiscuous.
May 13, 2011 · Read, review and discuss the A Light Woman poem by Robert Browning on Poetry.com.
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A Light Woman. I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?— My friend, or the mistress of my friend. With her wanton eyes, or me? II. My friend was already too good to lose, And seemed in the way of improvement yet, When she crossed his path with her hunting-noose. And over him drew her net. III.
A Light Woman. by Robert Browning. 1. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three? -- My friend, or the mistress of my friend. With her wanton eyes, or me? 2. My friend was already too good to lose, And seemed in the way of improvement yet, When she crossed his path with her hunting-noose.
A Light Woman. I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?— My friend, or the mistress of my friend. With her wanton eyes, or me? II. My friend was already too good to lose, And seemed in the way of improvement yet, When she crossed his path with her hunting-noose. And over him drew her net. III.
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A Light Woman by Robert Browning. I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?— My friend, or the mistress of my friend. With her wanton eyes, or me? II. My friend was already too good to lose, And seemed in the way of improvement yet, When she crossed his path with her hunting-noose. And over him drew her net.
