Love poems
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A Blackbird Singing
© Ronald Stuart Thomas
It seems wrong that out of this bird,
Black, bold, a suggestion of dark
Places about it, there yet should come
Such rich music, as though the notes'
Ore were changed to a rare metal
At one touch of that bright bill.
The Dance
© Ronald Stuart Thomas
She is young. Have I the right
Even to name her? Child,
It is not love I offer
Your quick limbs, your eyes;
Having slept, the cat gets up
© Kobayashi Issa
Having slept, the cat gets up,
yawns, goes out
to make love.
To Jo?e Mar?a Palacio
© Antonio Machado
Palacio, good friend,
is spring there
showing itself on branches of black poplars
by the roads and river? On the steeps
Fields of Soria
© Antonio Machado
Hills of silver plate,
grey heights, dark red rocks
through which the Duero bends
its crossbow arc
A Map Of Love
© Donald Justice
Your face more than others' faces
Maps the half-remembered places
I have come to I while I slept
Continents a dream had kept
Love's Strategems
© Donald Justice
But these maneuverings to avoid
The touching of hands,
These shifts to keep the eyes employed
On objects more or less neutral
(As honor, for time being, commands)
Will hardly prevent their downfall.
Villanelle At Sundown
© Donald Justice
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow.
The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened.
Why this is, I'll never be able to tell you.
Faure's Second Piano Quartet
© James Schuyler
On a day like this the rain comes
down in fat and random drops among
the ailanthus leaves---"the tree
of Heaven"---the leaves that on moon-
Korean Mums
© James Schuyler
beside me in this garden
are huge and daisy-like
(why not? are not
oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?),
A Rajput Love Song
© Sarojini Naidu
O Love! were you the scented fan
that lies upon my pillow,
A sandal lute, or silver lamp that burns before my shrine,
Why should I fear the jealous dawn
that spreads with cruel laughter,
Sad veils of separation between your face and mine?
Toad Dreams
© Marge Piercy
That afternoon the dream of the toads
rang through the elms by Little River
and affected the thoughts of men,
though they were not conscious that
they heard it.--Henry Thoreau
Implications of One Plus One
© Marge Piercy
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging,
continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten
veins of fire deep in the earth and raising
tons of rock into jagged crests of Sierra.
Dohas II (with translation)
© Kabir
Jab Tun Aaya Jagat Mein, Log Hanse Tu Roye
Aise Karni Na Kari, Pache Hanse Sab Koye
[When you were born in this world
Everyone laughed while you cried
A Song of Sherwood
© Alfred Noyes
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.
The Douglas Tragedy
© Andrew Lang
"Rise up, rise up now, Lord Douglas," she says,
"And put on your armour so bright;
Let it never be said that a daughter of thine
Was married to a lord under night.
The Cloister
© William Matthews
The last light of a July evening drained
into the streets below: My love and I had hard
things to say and hear, and we sat over
wine, faltering, picking our words carefully.
