I don’t know about all these controversies, I just LOVE Robert Browning.
I think he is the most masculine of all poets.
Happy Birthday Mr. Browning.
Showing my ignorance about poetry (yet again) but I had never heard of this gentleman before tonight. Back in high school we only covered the usual suspects: Ogden Nash, Jabberwocky, and some annoying poem about eating a plum or something (can’t remember who or what). In college, I limited my work in the English department to the two required composition courses.
Still, the brief look I’ve taken of him looks promising. I may have to find some of his stuff online and check it out.
If you like the Brownings, I can recommend a movie about Browning and Elizabeth Barrett. The Barretts of Wimpole Street (1934)
I like some of his poems, which is all I ask of any poet, and more than most achieve. I can’t say that I’d want to participate in a “celebration” of his bicentenary, though. A quiet acknowledgment would be more fitting from me, and that’s what I’m giving him in this post.