Love poems
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In the Wilderness
© Robert Graves
Christ of His gentleness
Thirsting and hungering,
Walked in the wilderness;
Soft words of grace He spoke
The Frog and the Golden Ball
© Robert Graves
She let her golden ball fall down the well
And begged a cold frog to retrieve it;
For which she kissed his ugly, gaping mouth -
Indeed, he could scarce believe it.
To My Guardian Angel
© Frances Anne Kemble
Merciful spirit! who thy bright throne above
Hast left, to wander through this dismal earth
The Caterpillar
© Robert Graves
Under this loop of honeysuckle,
A creeping, coloured caterpillar,
I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray,
I nibble it leaf by leaf away.
For These
© Edward Thomas
An acre of land between the shore and the hills,
Upon a ledge that shows my kingdoms three,
The lovely visible earth and sky and sea
Where what the curlew needs not, the farmer tills:
In Memoriam
© Henry Van Dyke
The record of a faith sublime,
And hope, through clouds, far-off discerned;
Lay not reproach at the drunkard's door
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
LAY not reproach at the drunkard's door
Oh Fanatic, thou that art pure of soul;
Not thine on the page of life to enrol
The faults of others! Or less or more
My Darling Dear, My Daisy Flower
© John Skelton
WITH lullay, lullay, like a child,
Thou sleepèst too long, thou art beguiled!
Careers
© Robert Graves
Father is quite the greatest poet
That ever lived anywhere.
You say youre going to write great music
I chose that first: its unfair.
Stray Birds 81 - 90
© Rabindranath Tagore
81
WHAT is this unseen flame of darkness
whose sparks are the stars?
82
Marigolds
© Robert Graves
With a fork drive Nature out,
She will ever yet return;
Hedge the flowerbed all about,
Pull or stab or cut or burn,
She will ever yet return.
The Thieves
© Robert Graves
Lovers in the act despense
With such meum-tuum sense
As might warningly reveal
What they must not pick or steal,
And their nostrum is to say:
'I and you are both away.'
I Love This White And Slender Body
© Heinrich Heine
I Love this white and slender body,
These limbs that answer Love's caresses,
Double Red Daisies
© Robert Graves
Double red daisies, theyre my flowers,
Which nobody else may grow.
In a big quarrelsome house like ours
They try it sometimesbut no,
I root them up because theyre my flowers,
Which nobody else may grow.
The River And The Road
© Roderic Quinn
THE merrymaking's over
The riverside is still,
The Sun, a radiant rover,
Gone down behind the hill.
Post Mortem
© Robinson Jeffers
Happy people die whole, they are all dissolved in a moment,
they have had what they wanted,
Antara
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Though thou thy fair face concealest still in thy veil from me,
yet am I he that hath captured horse--riders how many!
Give me the praise of my fair deeds. Lady, thou knowest it,
kindly am I and forbearing, save when wrong presseth me.
Only when evil assaileth, deal I with bitterness;
then am I cruel in vengeance, bitter as colocynth.
A Pinch of Salt
© Robert Graves
When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain,
O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch
You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.
A Fallen Yew
© Francis Thompson
It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,
Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,
And last with stateliest rhyme.
