Love poems

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Love's Secret

© William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

The School Boy

© William Blake

I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me.
O! what sweet company.

The Garden Of Love

© William Blake

I went to the Garden of Love.
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

The Sick Rose

© William Blake

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Yarner

© Graham Burchell

Many divert to watch me. Threatened,
they pause, cut short their song, stop
feeding, mating, working the cycle
of dispersion, growth and decay.

Saint, Revolutionist

© Delmore Schwartz

Saint, revolutionist,
God and sage know well,
That there is a place
Where that much-rung bell,

News Of The Gold World Of May

© Delmore Schwartz

News of the Gold World of May in Holland Michigan:
"Wooden shoes will clatter again
on freshly scrubbed streets--"

Sonnet: The Ghosts Of James And Peirce In Harvard Yard

"We studied the radiant sun, the star's pure seed:
Darkness is infinite! The blind can see
Hatred's necessity and love's grave need
Now that the poor are murdered across the sea,
And you are ignorant, who hear the bell;
Ignorant, you walk between heaven and hell."

For The One Who Would Not Take His Life In His Hands

© Delmore Schwartz

Athlete, virtuoso,
Training for happiness,
Bend arm and knee, and seek
The body's sharp distress,

Socrates Ghost Must Haunt Me Now

© Delmore Schwartz

Socrates ghost must haunt me now,
Notorious death has let him go,
He comes to me with a clumsy bow,
Saying in his disused voice,

In The Slight Ripple, The Mind Perceives The Heart

© Delmore Schwartz

In the slight ripple, the fishes dart
Like fingers, centrifugal, like wishes
Wanton. And pleasures rise
as the eyes fall

War Girls

© Jessie Pope

'There's the girl who clips your ticket for the train,

And the girl who speeds the lift from floor to floor,

Concerning The Synthetic Unity Of Apperception

© Delmore Schwartz

"Trash, trash!" the king my uncle said,
"The spirit's smoke and weak as smoke ascends.
"Sit in the sun and not among the dead,
"Eat oranges! Pish tosh! the car attends.

Prothalamion

© Delmore Schwartz

"little soul, little flirting,
little perverse one
where are you off to now?
little wan one, firm one
little exposed one...
and never make fun of me again."

Archaic Bust Of Apollo

We cannot know the indescribable face
Where the eyes like apples ripened. Even so,
His torso has a candelabra's glow,
His gaze, contained as in a mirror's grace,

Sonnet Suggested By Homer, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Paul Vakzy, James Joyce, Et Al.

Let me not, ever, to the marriage in Cana
Of Galilee admit the slightest sentiment
Of doubt about the astonishing and sustaining manna
Of chance and choice to throw a shadow's element

Faust In Old Age

If we could love one another, it would be well.
But as it is, I am sorry for the whole world, myself
apart. My heart is full of memory and desire, and in
its last nervousness, there is pity for those I have
touched, but only hatred and contempt for myself."

The Choir And Music Of Solitude And Silence

Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage.
Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of
love.

Spiders

Is the spider a monster in miniature?
His web is a cruel stair, to be sure,
Designed artfully, cunningly placed,
A delicate trap, carefully spun
To bind the fly (innocent or unaware)
In a net as strong as a chain or a gun.

At This Moment Of Time

Some who are uncertain compel me. They fear
The Ace of Spades. They fear
Loves offered suddenly, turning from the mantelpiece,
Sweet with decision. And they distrust