Love poems
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April Rain Song
© Langston Hughes
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Music
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
IV.
As one who drinks from a charmed cup
Of foaming, and sparkling, and murmuring wine,
Whom, a mighty Enchantress filling up,
Invites to love with her kiss divine...
The Drawbacks Of Poverty
© Confucius
On the left of the way, a russet pear-tree
Stands there all alone--a fit image of me.
There is that princely man! O that he would come,
And in my poor dwelling with me be at home!
In the core of my heart do I love him, but say,
Whence shall I procure him the wants of the day?
The Old-Home Folks
© James Whitcomb Riley
Who shall sing a simple ditty all about the Willow,
Dainty-fine and delicate as any bending spray
That dandles high the happy bird that flutters there to trill a
Tremulously tender song of greeting to the May.
The Coromandel Fishers
© Sarojini Naidu
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!
Damascus, What Are You Doing to Me?
© Nizar Qabbani
3
I return to the womb in which I was formed . . .
To the first book I read in it . . .
To the first woman who taught me
The geography of love . . .
And the geography of women . . .
Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been
© William Wordsworth
AMONG all lovely things my Love had been;
Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grew
About her home; but she had never seen
A glow-worm, never one, and this I knew.
The Narrow Way
© Anne Brontë
Believe not those who say
The upward path is smooth,
Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way,
And faint before the truth.
Five Letters To My Mother
© Nizar Qabbani
Good morning sweetheart.
Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart.
Fragment
© Christopher Marlowe
I WALK'D along a stream, for pureness rare,
Brighter than sun-shine; for it did acquaint
The dullest sight with all the glorious prey
That in the pebble-paved channel lay.
Giant Snail
© Elizabeth Bishop
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all
night. I have come out to take a walk and feed. My body-foot,
Sonnet XIII: And Wilt Thou Have Me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
On The Dead
© Walter Savage Landor
Yes, in this chancel once we sat alone,
O Dorothea! thou wert bright with youth,
Look Unto Me, And Be Ye Saved
© John Newton
As the serpent raised by Moses
Healed the burning serpent's bite;
In The Harbour: Auf Wiedersehen
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Until we meet again! That is the meaning
Of the familiar words, that men repeat
At parting in the street.
Ah yes, till then! but when death intervening
Rends us asunder, with what ceaseless pain
We wait for the Again!
Une Charogne (The Carcass)
© Charles Baudelaire
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme,
Ce beau matin d'été si doux:
Au détour d'un sentier une charogne infâme
Sur un lit semé de cailloux,
