Poems begining by L
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Lightly Come or Lightly Go
© James Joyce
Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair.
Lean Out of the Window
© James Joyce
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
Letter To Kizer From Seattle
© Richard Hugo
Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support
from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape
in the Iowa tulips. Lord, but I'm ashamed.
I was afraid, it seemed, according to the doctor
Love's Prayer
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
Beloved, this the heart I offer thee
Is purified from old idolatry,
From outworn hopes, and from the lingering stain
Of passion's dregs, by penitential pain.
Landscapes
© Andree Chedid
Behind faces and gestures
We remain mute
And spoken words heavy
With what we ignore or keep silent
Betray us
Love Lightly Pleased
© Robert Herrick
Let fair or foul my mistress be,
Or low, or tall, she pleaseth me;
Or let her walk, or stand, or sit,
The posture her's, I'm pleased with it;
Life Is The Body's Light
© Robert Herrick
Life is the body's light; which, once declining,
Those crimson clouds i' th' cheeks and lips leave shining:-
Those counter-changed tabbies in the air,
The sun once set, all of one colour are:
So, when death comes, fresh tinctures lose their place,
And dismal darkness then doth smutch the face.
Love Dislikes Nothing
© Robert Herrick
Whatsoever thing I see,
Rich or poor although it be,
--'Tis a mistress unto me.
Loss From The Least
© Robert Herrick
Great men by small means oft are overthrown;
He's lord of thy life, who contemns his own.
Lovers How They Come And Part
© Robert Herrick
A Gyges ring they bear about them still,
To be, and not seen when and where they will;
They tread on clouds, and though they sometimes fall,
They fall like dew, and make no noise at all:
Love, What It Is
© Robert Herrick
Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.
Litany to the Holy Spirit
© Robert Herrick
IN the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Love Incarnate
© Frank Bidart
To all those driven berserk or humanized by love
this is offered, for I need help
deciphering my dream.
When we love our lord is LOVE.
Losers
© Carl Sandburg
IF I should pass the tomb of Jonah
I would stop there and sit for awhile;
Because I was swallowed one time deep in the dark
And came out alive after all.
Loin Cloth
© Carl Sandburg
BODY of Jesus taken down from the cross
Carved in ivory by a lover of Christ,
It is a childs handful you are here,
The breadth of a mans finger,
Localities
© Carl Sandburg
WAGON WHEEL GAP is a place I never saw
And Red Horse Gulch and the chutes of Cripple Creek.
Red-shirted miners picking in the sluices,
Loam
© Carl Sandburg
IN the loam we sleep,
In the cool moist loam,
To the lull of years that pass
And the break of stars,
Limited
© Carl Sandburg
I AM riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air
go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.
Letters To Dead Imagists
© Carl Sandburg
EMILY DICKINSON:
You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul,
The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks,
And how God plays around a back yard garden.
