Love poems

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Even from afar came shouts of recognition
joyful voices rang across the years disdained and
faces of our childhood unforgot fit instantly familiar names;
voices still the same despite the extra grey, the extra lines,

In The Person Of Womankind

© Benjamin Jonson

Nor do we doubt but that we can,
If we would search with care and pain,
Find some one good in some one man;
So going thorough all your strain,
We shall, at last, of parcels make
One good enough for a song's sake.

Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding)

© Rabindranath Tagore

Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,

Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?

Forsaken promises

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed
of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the debris
of a crater; the best were simple choices, the rest forsaken
promises bombed to shreds beside their makers.

The Swiss Alps

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

YESTERDAY brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one,

Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar.

Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XIV

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

His servants opened. None appeared to doubt
How it might happen their young lord stood there,
But led him in. The house as for a rout
Stood swept and garnished and exceeding fair.

Love And Jobs

© Eli Siegel

At rest
On her breast,
He lay.
And he thought
Of his job
Next day.

Burns

© Charles Harpur

MY OWN WILD BURNS! these rude-wrought rhymes of thine
In golden worth are like the unshapely coin
Of some new realm, yet pure as from the mine
And Art may well be spared with such alloy
As dims the bullion to improve the die!

Does your semen smell like camembert?

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Does your semen smell like camembert? Its just
a thought I had today at lunch, I must have had
the hunch before, perhaps reversed, and then
forgot. Its not the sort of thought youd have a lot

The Voice Of Beauty Drowned

© Robert Graves

'Cry from the thicket my heart's bird!'

The other birds woke all around;

Do you know who is thinking of you?

© Ivan Donn Carswell

If you start out every day in the same old gloomy way
its little wonder what other people think of you, but
the ones who matter most are the ones who hold you close
in their hearts, whore always thinking of you;

The Riding Of The Rebel

And the boys were dumb with wonder, and sat, and the Red Creek overseer
Was first to drop from the stockyard fence and give him a hearty cheer.
He raised his hat in answer and --- the golden hair floated free!
And the blue eyes lit with laughter as she shouted merrily:
"You can reach me down my bridle, give my girths and saddle back,
For the outlaw of Glenidol is a broken lady's hack!"

Love's Calling

QUIETLY as rosebuds

Talk to thin air,

Consciousness Of Our Return

Night's grating of steel on stone and splash
of water crashing from the buckets
brings back that moment in a flash;
the night burnt bright in limb's caress
and flesh yielding flesh in passions
blessed by sealed lips.

In A Lonesome Burial-Place

In a lonesome burial-place
Crouched a mourner white of face;
Wild her eyes-unheeding
Circling pomp of night and day-
Ever crying, "Well away,
Love lies a-bleeding!"