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During enlish i am studying Porphyria's Lover and have noticed links between this, Dracula and other vampire stories and legends. Her are a few, do you agree? (for copy of poem see end of post)

Porphyria herself, in the sixth line ‘glided in’ this gives her an other worldly or supernatural aura and adds mystery to her character.

During line 17 Browning describes her skin as ‘smooth’ and ‘white’ this gives her an heir of being of a higher class as if she was of a higher class she would not need to g outside and so she would remain pale and worn but weather and working conditions.

Porphyria is an illness, which can take hold in one of two ways, Acute porphyria or Cutaneous porphyria .
Acute porphyria affects the nervous system which causes abdominal pains and vomiting and also possible mental problems including hallucinations, depression, anxiety, and paranoia. A fast heart rate may develop. The pain can be acute. Constipation and diarrhea are common too.
Cutaneous porphyria affects the skin causing photosensitivity (extra sensitivity to light), blisters, itching, and swelling, and increased hair growth on areas such as the forehead. In some forms of porphyria, the urine may change its color, after exposure to sunlight, to a dark reddish or dark brown color. Teeth and fingernails may also change color in such away giving them a reddish appearance.
This has been an explanation for the origin of vampires and werewolves, based upon the shocking number on similarities between folklore and this condition. The fist person to speculate upon this was a biochemist named David Dolphin in 1985.
Throughout this poem there is links between vampire legends and this short story. It can be interpreted that Porphyria is a vampire and the narrator is killing her to release her for the grip of vampirism, which is similar to Bram Stoker’s Dracula in which Johathan Harker must kill the corpse of his wife Mina, which is reanimated by the power of Dracula in order for her soul to rest. The line ‘Her darling one wish be heard’ support to the idea as she wishes to be at rest. Also she enters at night time, the supposed time in which vampires can show them selves with out fear of death from the sunlight which is deadly to them. She also seems to have the trait of seduction and can ease the irritation of the narrator due to her lateness easily; this trait is often seen as a vampric trait.


THE rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listen'd with heart fit to break. 5
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneel'd and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form 10
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And call'd me. When no voice replied, 15
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair, 20
Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever. 25
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain. 30
Be sure I look'd up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipp'd me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do. 35
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around, 40
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laugh'd the blue eyes without a stain. 45
And I untighten'd next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blush'd bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propp'd her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore 50
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorn'd at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gain'd instead! 55
Porphyria's love: she guess'd not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirr'd,
And yet God has not said a word! 60

I can see where you're coming from but I am not sure I would make the connection.

Porphyria can explain some of the things that made the vampires of myth - but not all of them - after all Bram Stoker's Dracula also didn't cast reflections and turned into a bat when it suited him

If we step away from Dracula and Hollywood vampires - we have other vampires myths who are described as having no bones, being a ball of light and so on. These myths can't be compared to Porphyria

It could be that Stoker had in mind Vlad and someone who suffered from Porphyria and sort of crossed them, then got carried away ...

or it could be that the folk that suffer from Porphyria were called Vampires because they showed some of the symptoms of Dracula ...

could be a chicken and egg situation if that's the case

Similarities, alright, particularities of course but lets keep in mind the floklor and book are filled with such things if we were to follow it and listen to all we would end up pretty confuse in the end on the link and relaiton between vampires around the world and the myths filling the surouding of the realm of the books of fiction, real and even maybe if I dare scientific litteratures.

there does seem to be some connection there. I wonder if that was what he was going for?

Porphyria, is in no way even close to an explanation for vampirism. There is nothing behind that theory.

read up:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porphyria#Vampires_and_werewolves

I can see where one would try to make that connection, but I myself do not see one. I have a skin condition concerining the sun but I have yet to find a doctor to tell me what it is exactly

i could actually see a connection with vampires of myth originating from this illness. anything is possible, there has to be a logical explanation of where the vampire myth came from and this may just be 1 reason but who really knows it is possible that there may have been some legendary vampires that truely have existed

People want to have their beliefs and a factual basis for them. Ever heard that old saying "you cant have your cake and eat it too"? perfect example. You can make ANYTHING fit if you push. Is it good investigation work? no. It is a quick answer to something there may not be much of an answer to. At least not this kind.

my dearests i am sorry to have confused you but i did not mean for porphyria to be an explaination for vampirism, the main focus of these writings was to question weather in the poem Porphyria's Lover Porphyria was a vampire.

Ah, I apologise, was a few comments people made above me that lead me to my previous post.

Oops that was me wasn't it .. *blushes*

Errrrr yes the poem ...

As you say the Porphyria was something like a legendary vampire's description and he did 'glide in' - this suggests someone with problems with sunlight etc who could fly - so yes, it works for me

I feel There is a connection or maybe an inference to vampirism.

I can see the similarities to vampires, but only the vampires of Myth.

everyone likes the porcelain girl and her "Rosy head" red hair. Those are genetic born vampires.

If there is a problem with that, fiber knocks out the heaadaches and gastrointestinal disorders,


steak has chromium in it which would make the skin more golden, and then you get the iron too, which would invigorate the blood.

I think this condition is more female vampire oriented, and Robert Browning was a very famous, one of the best writers of his time, and to address a phenomena that was sweeping the nation is the duty of the writer in his day.

I don't think Browning could link Vampirism to it because this was before Bram Stoker, so he was aluding to a growing pandemic genetic phenomena science ignored.

I can see a couple similarities, but I don't think it's substantial enough to say that the author was trying to make that connection. I found it an enjoyable poem though!

I don't know. Maybe it is because I have taken different literature classes that help you translate things like this. Does no one see that the woman is a "lady of the night," or hooker? And this man is a serial killer. He kills her, yes, and he shows sympathy, but I think he does it out of a sick illusion of kindness, to free her from this sad existance of selling sex. She is called Porphyria because most prostitutes work at night, the day being for those with more moral jobs. Thats all. She "glided in" because more woman durring the time period this is written in, wore long dresses. The dress makes it look like she is gliding.

Porphyria: is derived from the Greek word πορφυρος, meaning purple. The related word porphyry is often used by poets to mean a very beautiful purple stone similar to marble. In the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, medical researchers identified a condition that is generally called Porphyria, a common manifestation of which is Acute Intermittent Porphyria: it is sometimes characterized by mental confusion, hallucinations, and extreme sensitivity to light.

Browning published the poem in 1836, at least 40 years before a doctor named the disease that Browning would simply have known as blood/liver disease.

Interpreting literature makes me as geekygiddy as a grad student because when a good author publishes (and Mr. Browning was no schlepp,) only half of the puzzle is done. It takes the reader to bring to the words new experience and imaginings to insure that the literature will live on.

I have my own ideas about this work, but Porphyria a vampire? Ok, sure...why not? It's as fun an interpretation as any other!

thanks Illuminati, th at is one of the best replys so far but i would like to point out that she visits his house and prostitutes tened to meet thier clients on the streets, also how would he have sumoned her to his house with out prior contact and there wouldn't haev been phones to call her by hehe heh

You have to think of the time period. Perhaps he lived near where she worked. Although people were plenty violent in those days, there was less fear of the crazy next door. People placed their faith in religion and trusted peoples fear of it. She could have assumed that this man was like any other God-fearing man, and wouldn't think of murdering another person.

Also, perhaps she enters a room in a brothel, were he was waiting for her.

I never took Master's Degree in Literature, but I did take a level 600 class that I had to get clearance for.

Joli's interpretation is as valid as any and even more so. When the facts are examined, then the way to go about figuring out what authors intended in the works is done through a process known as EXPLICATION.

There is no one way to interpret a piece of writing. Any analysis must be supported however. Footnotes are never put on a piece of work until it is in its published form. So even then the interpretation of the poem is done by someone else than the author.

I have a collection with this poem in it, and I will go examine the footnotes.

If a case can be substantiated then the interpretation is freasible.

large written arguments (explications) are the process whereby a final interpretation of a work of literature is supported.

I do however have always not believed the experts. I think you can believe what ever you want to believe, or come away from the work with any different grain of understanding than anybody else, just in order for what you feel to be real about it, then the evidence has to point your way.

But it is not about who is right, or even supporting a case. If after reading the poem, you are sure about her purple hue, white skin, red hair, and lecherous tendencies, as well as seductive qualities, and this would lead you to think she was a modern day vampire, then the experts can go to rot. People's opinions about art/life are sacred.

Murmuring how she loved me—she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever. 25
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:


I think these verses can give us some valuable clues:
The speaker finds her too weak to free her passion from what? Pride. And to do what? To “cut” vainer ties and give herself to him forever. He even says that is her heart’s endeavor. She just can't seem to pull it off! He further states that sometimes passion does prevail. So…there’s definitely some whoopee between them.

Her familiarity with this home and hearth so evident when she comes in and these verses suggest an affair. There is something about him or their union that makes her afraid to formally be his girl. Possibly he is of a lower class or she may already be married.

Further, I think HE is the pale one…look at the punctuation “one so pale for love of her, and all in vain.” He’s suffering for want of her, knowing she ain't gonna come through for him in the end. We know that SHE is rosy with laughing blue eyes.

I think he waits for that moment when passion and love are clearly in her eyes and makes the decision for both of them. He says, “that moment she was mine, mine, fair perfectly pure and good.” Later he states that there is no stain in her eyes. Since he knows she will not choose him, and will walk out the door again to go back to her vainer pursuits, he picks the moment of her clearest expression of affection for him and acts for them both.

No supernatural explanations are necessary…just an author with a pen and a love of seeing how far he can take Victorian romance J

Illumintai, i still disagree with the brothel idea as ti does say 'and all the cottage warm' and so it seems it is a cottage not at brothel i feel if it was a brothel more would be made of it but we are all open to enterpritations

The notes I am working from come from a lectrure in 1985-1986 English Lit college coursework.


The professor asserts that it is about necrophilia, abnormal psychology, it is possible she is a married woman, he writes about himself in the third person, begs the question why did she not divorce? suggesting Schitzophrenia.

To analyze the poem and to come to our own conclusions we must understand the writer from his biographies. He was a very misunderstood writer and the earlier biographies did not address his real nature.

First off when he was 21 and he got his first poem published he did the classic mistake all young writers make, they write through the use of their own voice. When the critique of his poem came back he dropped the 3rd person and began to do research on other peoples misfortunes like the way a paparazzi might chance car crashes on the short wave.

He had found man's inhumanity to man, and he studied it fervently all his life. He renounced god early in life, in his teens, and then he came to the conclusion that life was but a test, and the presence of the perfection of heaven balanced the evil in this world.

Still however he felt the need to make this life a better place, which might have been part of the test.

He was nobody. He married Elizabeth Barrett Browning w3ho at the time was a semi-invalid, and through the power of his love of her, she was resurrected from an early death. He did outlive her 28 years, and didn't skip a beat.

Elizabeth Browning was his maker, obviously. She was the most heralded poet of her time at a time when all writer's even the female ones had to take male names to be read.

Obviously, Elizabeth's evil father had an impact on her, and she came to understand the evil in him and it's effects on her to the degree that she came face to face with loss of herself in the physical plane.

In order to take your demons to heart that they almost kill you, and then to be resurrected by love is probably why she did not have to take a male name, and people would listen to anyone with courage to live on in unfortunate forms.

She gave him a child, that is hows healthy she got from his love, and they lived in Italy for 16 years which the countryside of aids poetry.

Robert Broiwning used the device of the mask, to have other people speak his concerns and what social injustices, or interfamiliar injustices he wanted to get rid of.

I think Porphyria was indeed a vampire. I think Elizabeth Barrett Browning was one and the same. She had been the one to become semi-invalidic through the internalization of the demon to conquor the demon, and it almost killed her. Fortunately Robert Browning desired Immortality, otherwise he would have kept on writing in the first person, so he spent his life maintaining a woman who had turned to the occult to write so heavenly with the power of a forked tongue. Resurrecting her made him immortal. Whenst with the opposite gender, it may not be perfect love, and although his wishes for good health may have been only to achieve his immortality, when with the female a certain real love occurs, even if his motives were not pure.

Browning's battles between good and evil, of faith, of Immortal Love, his dive into the darkness and disturbed nature of life, made him an odd writer.

William Butler Yeats at his burial in Westminster Abbey (only the greatest get buried there) said:

"none of the odd ones have been so great and none of the great so odd."

He changed writing in his day, although he did make some compromise to get read. I am sure he came to love crippled Elizabeth, and because of that he was able to love her when she was resurrected, in a fashion as only immortal lovers can.

There have been movies made on the relationship between Elizabeth and Robert. One in recent times.

He was nothing, and her making him understanding the vampirism in her that made her the greatest poet of her time, brought him immortality as well.

The fact that this poem in my poetry anthology was the first listed, has some significance. It was a mask between her and him, in different forms.

i think of it as duel lovers suicide . She was married came to him to late after he had left then takin her own life only for his spirt to see that she really did love him. God in the end had yet to receive them perhaps never to and they will stay there together forever.

I too can see how someone could make a connection with vampires, but once you break it down and really analyze it, there is no proof.

I see similarities, but there are similarities between cats and dogs are there not? That doesnt mean a dog is a cat however. Not saying you are wrong, after all opinions are what they are, not fact.

"everyone likes the porcelain girl and her "Rosy head" red hair. Those are genetic born vampires."

Vampariah,

I just wanted to point out that the girl in the poem has blonde hair. The narator mentions it twice, about "golden locks" or something like this. It is also this golden hair that he strangles her with. It seemed almost like a fixation for this hair, or rather this color of hair.

Sometimes you have to read something over and over again to understand it. I still hold firm that the girl is prostitute. If she is made to be so young and fair, yet she comes in soaking wet, gloved soild, as if she is been outside and perhaps on hands and knees... I think this is what it is leading to. However, I just caught how familiar she is with this home when she comes in and the first things she does is start a fire to warm the cottage up. I really do think that the man in the story had tendencies of murder anyways, whether or not he loved her. Perhaps she was this "lady of the night" yet showed no true love for the man she lived with. He was jealous and he kills her because of this. Near the end, it is explained how he stayed with the dead body, kissed it, opened it's eyes, these are common to psychopathic behaviors.

Illuminati that is a hit below the belt,

but I guess you are right...

then where is this rosy head on her person if not her head?


I didn't read it all the way through, because I had read it many times before.

It could perhaps be her face. She did come in out of the damp, cold outside. ;) Much like the "rosey cheeks" you get from cold temps.

It's not written in third person, but first.

And just for clarification...you believe Elizabeth Barrett Browning was a vampire and that Robert was her donor...that he sustained her, and she gave him immortality and basically taught him to be the writer he became? Please tell me if I understood that correctly, Vampariah.

Oh, I know. I am just making fair opinions of the girl, through the eyes of the man. That is how it was written, so we are invited to see it that way. :)

Actually Joli you contradict yourself.


"Further, I think HE is the pale one…look at the punctuation “one so pale for love of her, and all in vain.” He’s suffering for want of her, knowing she ain't gonna come through for him in the end. We know that SHE is rosy with laughing blue eyes."


That is the full stanza in your words. If he is the pale one, that particular line the professor 20 years ago stressed that the "one so pale" was him, I have the notes in the column (line 28 was "himself in the 3rd person").

And now you also disagree or either ask me to support that he was her donor? Well he gave her life, if not blood, sometimes vampires only need attention to rise from the grave, but

Since my explication has been determined from the nature of their biographical evidence, that he resurrected her, and he had been the one to shift from writing in the 1st person to the 3rd person, and the mask device,

I really do support my explication that the writers and the lovers are the same. In life Joli I have found that the strangulation issue in the poem here, is this...

sometimes when you live with someone marriage becomes abysmal because of the lack of freedom and the stagnation of being happy, it dulls the senses. People must be hungry to achieve, and marriage sometimes has a teat full that the cup overfloweth with, and instead of bringing life, marriages sometimes kill people. I personally was keeping these ideas to myself, that their union is what killed her, it resuerrects on one hand and destroys on the other. I didn't not want people to be dissuaded from marrying each other, as we are all led to believe this is what life is about. I think however, that Robert knew, or realized that he was killing the one whom made him immortal, and he asks why did she not get a divorce? As the professor made me jot down in the margin last cenntury.

As you know Joli, there are subcategories of critics critiques offering various explications and interpretations of books and even poetry. I have thumbed through some of the genre, but I find those kinds of writers to be "stuffy" and if you want out of this argument on dotting eyes and crossing T's, I would be happy.

But I think you now see the validity, that since the word vampire, or the modern concept of it arose after the time this poem was written, and Elizabeth Barrett Browning had writing powers "some would consider unnatural", that these two personages were grappling with a most misunderstood thing at the time. This is why Hollywood has their microscope upon them throughout the decades.

The other thing that I let slide Joli, since you are exceptional for your right brain, and you primarily use the left for jurisprudence executive function and some details might get lost in your handle on everything, the Victorian age I believe, although I never studied the period, was a 50 year thing, and since Queen Victoria died in 1900, this poem was predating the Victorian Era, even though it was written in it's style because the manner in which he wrote it rang in a new age.

I am sure withstanding being corrected is one of your many talents, and you do not mind me correcting you for the benefit of others interpretations of history.

"let slide" meant that I was considering correcting your statement before, but decided against it.

I am such an idiot for responding to this and the sad thing is I know it, but here I am, doing it anyway. Please not that it is done in good humor and in the spirit of debate.

Vampariah,

I didn’t contradict myself…he writes in the first person. Look at all the pronouns; I’m not making this up. Yes, he refers to himself, but still…first person. Kinda like, “I wonder why this girl who generally knows better is still writing these words.”

Next, I neither agree nor disagree with you. I asked for clarification. I might suggest that he nursed or inspired her back to health could be another way of interpreting it. Yours may be fact…I have no way of knowing.

Next, please stop saying what I am and what I am not. For the purposes of the forum, I’m just somebody with an opinion. I know you’re often complimentary, but something about the way you stuff people quickly into categories is kinda creepy.

Last, the Victorian era is not air tight and if you want the point, ok, you got it…historians typically set it at 1837 to 1914. Porphyria dates in a year early at 1836. By all accountings, Browning is a Victorian writer, but ok. No need to let me slide.

yes the male character is in the first person, but it is a device by Browning to voice elements of his own life. So even if it is in the first person, still it is him speaking through a mask.

The Victorian age began with the death of Queen Elizabeth's husband. Whatever year that was, I do not know.

You'd think creepy would be good on a dark site like this, or evil.

You are the one whom is studying both literature right now and the Victorian Age, I concede on both points.

Love your post, Stabb. I think you make good points and I agree; I don't see vampirism in the poem either.

well this is poetic time travel. My professor of one exact score and your attention to detail have met at a head. Browning has made the Prof a puppet master to puppet me to pronounce his words, the very words you attack are not mine, but time.

I was set up to have this tet en tet.


necrophilia is having sex with the dead.

vampire sex would be likened to this.

the fear of committment because holding love on a higher plane, these people have suffered for fear of losing the ideal by consuming it.

But she gives herself to him, and in this union, she dies because she has claimed the ultimate prize.

Nobody dies in the poem. It is a metaphorical death. It is a condemnation of maraital bliss. It is simply death in life by saying I do, as married people pronounce before they disappear from society.

The dual sides come out when mis three walls and her three walls make 4. They duel, and the demon of him and the demon of her reveal themselves, and it is a Mr and Mrs Smith scenario of a lifetime boiled down into one instant. A metaphor of time, eternity in an instant, and in the moment holding the infinite of all of your love by her hair, that ultimately there is hate, and in the smothering, only one can survive.

Browning studied family dysfunctionaity. It is the crucible for a concentrated situation of man's inhumanity to his and her own blood. Elizabeth Barrett was never able to give herself all to him I am sure, for her demons, the original demons of her father's mistreatment of her was too extensive.

Browning's life was a mission to unveil these forces, to conquer her demons. He lifted the curse for a little while, but no one man, even a man as resourceful as Browning, or dedicated, can undo original sin. We are after all just a reaction to the first sin upon us, and without that demon, we are nothing.

If you take away the first slap in the face that set Elizabeth spinning, you steal the origin of her soul.

i would just like to say on the note of her paleness is that is does clearly say ' her soft white skin' so even if in the line we have disscussed refers to him then they are both pale. If we are takign the view she is infact not a vampire then this backs up the idea she is better off than him.

Also please keep in mind when replying, that all we post is speculation no one is right or wrong litratute is art to be enterperted by us all differently, yes we can confer about correct quoteing etc but please keep it polite. We all have valid points here and lets here them!

Good point about her smooth white shoulder! Again, I don't take issue with an interpretation of vampirism in the poem. If I were your english teacher, I'd simply want you to support your position. I think it would make an interesting paper.

I don't personally see a vampire in the work, nor do I agree that the author is speaking personally through the character in the poem. Most of the time, it's better to take the position that author and character are distinctly separate. In making a case otherwise, I think Vampariah has the beginnings of what would also be an interesting paper.

There is, as was said so well in the thread preceding mine, no definitive one way to interpret this or most good works of literature. In this one poem alone we've pondered madness, infidelity, unrequited love, social class rejection, necrophilia, and the vampire of this thread. How fun is that?!

I read the poem & didn't really think of a vampire during or once i was done. I do see how you could make the connection. However I do think of poetry the same way I do an artist painting. By that I mean that different people will see & feel different things!

we must analyze Elizabeth's reason for being bed ridden.

Did she acquire great skills as a poet due to vampirism?

The telling thing about Mr Browning was his use of the motiff of the mask to speak his concerns through. All writers have their one voice, and most dialogue even if it contradicts the writers driving force of the novel it is there to summon the response the writer wishes to project.

I think it was autobiographical also because it is one of his early works.

The attack on the neck is also indicative of something afoot.

The neck is actually an extension of the sexual aparatus, and the circuitry of the neck is right next to the areas of the brain that control the nether regions, in both sensory and motor functions.

If Elizabeth was felled by vampirism, and she was resurrected by him, as love is the requirement to leave death beds, then the death of life through marriage is what they would find together in life.

being sated by love and marriage takes one away from the search to improve life which is why death = marriage, and life = unsatisfaction.

The arising of lack of domestic tranquility I am sure Browning found, and he came face to face with the very same demon in her father as the one that arose in him.

The only thing that can kill you is love, it is where the heart is open, everything else is a glancing blow.

Love is the greatest catch 22 of all time, if we however expect things to not be hunki dori then we can deal with them.

The expectations of perfect marriages are false, if we have a realistic slant on the nature of these unions, then we can control the demons which rear their ugly heads between a man and a woman.

This is I think the reason why Browning wrote what he wrote. It is tongue and cheek. We must learn from his life journey so as to alter our own, to not to succomb to the same fate.

The problem with life is the inhumanity to children, it makes the rest of the world unbalanced, and if the demon possessor of children can be defeated then such things like true love between a man and a woman can be.

I once saw a poster on a subway recently which showed a woman's face and it talked about violence towards women.

A guy wrote under it, what about violence to men?

Women get it first, and then men get screwed as a result.

The thing about the demon is he does what he does to the females to get past them to attack his fellow man hat he could never conquer. The demon makes the women his tools to destroy his competition.

I think the love between Elizabeth and Robert was incomplete because of her father, and that is why the woman in the story gets stranguated. He loves her but we must kill the thing we love, for we know she is possessed and when we have tried our best to heal her, the only thing to do is to get revenge on the deomn through her for the unhappiness we have suffered...

Women become the punching bags of life, and I would surmise there are probably more suicides of women on the face of this planet as a result without even looking at the numbers.

This diabolical twist of life due to the demon I have personally come to the conclusion is what creates vampirism.

If this is the scenario, the proper analysis of why he kills her, to get at the demon through her, and the demon is a vampire maker, then the poem is absolutely about vampirism.

I understand evil. Evil can be defeated. All you have to do is take of the mask on yourself, take the mask off your love, and you will see, under our pleasant guise lies the demon in us all, that prevents life and makes this a hell hole. To make the most of this life, we turn to vampirism to maximise our existence, we are here to enjoy life after all, and no one lives it up like the vamp in us.

Well when reading the poem I personally didnt associate it with vampirism but can see where some my link the both. I liked what someone said about how one can read something and get one idea and another can read it and get a completly different outcome.

alright people.


In order for this poem to be interpreted as vampoire related I have to establish convincingly that vampirism is the result of inhumanity to children. Once I can determine that is so, and prove that, since I have already established with biographical inference that Elizabeth was messed in the head by her father.


It takes a long damn difficult journey to understand what is at the root of this dumb reality. I learned what I am about to teach you all in my 38th year or so.

I never really figured out why true love cannot be consummated, reciprocated, and actually bear fruit.

I have written extensively about a woman I fell in love with for a decade, the best years of my life, and the union was incomplete because of just one thing.


Now I wrote about 1000 pages on her, most of it unsent letters of our nights spent together that I never sent her.

When I first went into her apartment in 1993, I saw her closet. There was two suitcases there.

"What are those suitcases doing in there? Are you going somewhere?"

"Oh, that is Adam. He was my first love. Thise are his letters."

Now in the Vermont forest there is two file cabinets filled with my writing her.

I always have to do other men. If she liked writing then I was going to be the best writer because, well, I needed to be loved.

Through the ages of the incomplete union there was one piece of paper that always slipped out, and I could never jam it in the book which was all encompassing.

The page merely said:

"David, I wish for your sake I was not abused."

I had forgotten about it and never saw any relevance that her father beat her.

Then, her being a libra, it all made sense, the whole of 1000 pages single spaced was balanced by this one ripped off envelope with notation.

The thing that made me realize that it was the key to why I destroyed myself and became a vampire, was that the only women who contact me over the internet were mishandled as children.

That is for a different story. I healked them all. They are attracted to a good man to make them believe in life, and so I was just that for them, and then by healing all of them I removed my demons as well.

When you do an exorcism, believe me you know what kind of demon it is, you know it's face, you understand the reason why they did what they did to you, and you realize why women can't give themselves to the good man, ever, for a couple of reasons but that is beyond the scope here.

Man in his loneliness, when true love has mysteriously passed him by, he simply does not want to live. He kills himself in any way possibly he can and then, one day he stumbles onto the secret of how to become a vampire through lechery, self debasement, mutilation, and masochism.

If women could only trust the man with the power of good life would be alright, but they can't because women are made mentally ill from an early age onwards, because females do have a power, I will agree with Uber the Guardian on that. They do have a power.

Women are allowed to be sexy, it is their priviledge, mern on the other hand can't act like devils, and the torture women put men through has a power that contorts the males thinking, that he has to destroy the sexuality of the woman.

There it is in a nut shell folks.

The whole trip caused by a woman in a blue dress, the devil might be a woman after all.

The kids are hit because in them is the wife who has been perhaps not been true, and he can't hit the wife, so he takes it out on the kids.

That is why there is no REAL LOVE in the world.

Now you can look at this poem and see whatever you want to see, but eventually, when you live long enough and love long enough and write your love for an eternity, things begin to make sense.

I simply am a vampire because her father hit her, just like Elizabeth Browning was hit.

You put the pieces together. Yeah so there is no blood, there is no crosses, there is not even a demon in the damn poem.

Great writers write subtly. People have to realize on their own what the truth of life is.

This particular horse has been beaten to death, I feel.

If anyone disagrees, they are free to message me.