Welcome to this weekend's entry in our Mark Steyn Club anthology of video poetry - and by sheer coincidence it's by a writer Joe Biden quoted in his Super Thursday victory speech:
To paraphrase the poet Robert Browning, our reach should exceed our grasp. And my reach does exceed our grasp, because I believe we can grasp whatever we reach for.
Er, okay. Close enough for government work. What Browning actually wrote, in his poem about the painter Andrea del Sarto, was:
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
One thing a heaven's for is one's late loves - which is the subject of the Browning poem I've chosen, after some prompting by our film columnist Kathy Shaidle. My Last Duchess is an ingenious piece first published by the poet in his Dramatic Lyrics of 1842. In this video I discuss the background to the work and a little bit of Browning's life, and then give it a go. To watch My Last Duchess, please click here and log-in.
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