Love poems
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Thinking of You
© Joseph Mayo Wristen
from the time it leaves
the branch of the tree
to the time it touches
the ground I will
have thought of you
my love, a thousand times
The Dormouse and the Doctor
© Alan Alexander Milne
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),
And all the day long he'd a wonderful view
Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).
Rice Pudding
© Alan Alexander Milne
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's crying with all her might and main,
And she won't eat her dinner - rice pudding again -
What is the matter with Mary Jane?
If I Were King
© Alan Alexander Milne
I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.If only I were King of Spain,
I'd take my hat off in the rain.If only I were King of France,
I wouldn't brush my hair for aunts.I think, if I were King of Greece,
Other
© Robert Creeley
Having begun in thought there
in that factual embodied wonder
what was lost in the emptied lovers
patience and mind I first felt there
The Way
© Robert Creeley
My love's manners in bed
are not to be discussed by me,
as mine by her
I would not credit comment upon gracefully.
The Warning
© Robert Creeley
For love-I would
split open your head and put
a candle in
behind the eyes.
The Carnival
© Robert Creeley
Whereas the man who hits
the gong dis-
proves it, in all its
simplicity --
Ballad Of The Despairing Husband
© Robert Creeley
My wife and I lived all alone,
contention was our only bone.
I fought with her, she fought with me,
and things went on right merrily.
A Form Of Women
© Robert Creeley
I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door
Age
© Robert Creeley
Most explicit--
the sense of trapas a narrowing
cone one's gotstuck into and
any movementforward simply
The Rain
© Robert Creeley
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.
The Book of Urizen: Chapter II
© William Blake
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction
The will of the Immortal expanded
Or contracted his all flexible senses.
Death was not, but eternal life sprung
Song
© Allen Ginsberg
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
The Four Zoas (excerpt)
© William Blake
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song?
1.2 Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
1.3 Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
1.4 Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy,
1.5 And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain.
Milton: But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance
© William Blake
They dance around the dying and they drink the howl and groan,
They catch the shrieks in cups of gold, they hand them to one another:
These are the sports of love, and these the sweet delights of amorous play,
Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the cluster, the last sigh
Of the mild youth who listens to the luring songs of Luvah.
