Love poems

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Why Flowers Change Colour

© Robert Herrick

These fresh beauties, we can prove,
Once were virgins, sick of love,
Turn'd to flowers: still in some,
Colours go and colours come.

A Pastoral Upon The Birth Of Prince Charles:presented To The King, And Set By Mr Nic. Laniere

A PASTORAL UPON THE BIRTH OF PRINCE CHARLES:
PRESENTED TO THE KING, AND SET BY MR NIC. LANIERETHE SPEAKERS: MIRTILLO, AMINTAS, AND AMARILLISAMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less;
And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.
AMAR. With all white luck to you. MIRT. But say,

To His Mistress Objecting To Him Neither Toying Nor Talking

© Robert Herrick

You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
Still with your curls, and kiss the time away.
You blame me, too, because I can't devise
Some sport to please those babies in your eyes;

The Kiss: A Dialogue

© Robert Herrick

1 Among thy fancies, tell me this,
What is the thing we call a kiss?
2 I shall resolve ye what it is:--

Upon His Sister-in-law, Mistress Elizabethherrick

© Robert Herrick

First, for effusions due unto the dead,
My solemn vows have here accomplished;
Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell,
Wherein thou liv'st for ever.--Dear, farewell!

A Conjuration To Electra

© Robert Herrick

By those soft tods of wool
With which the air is full;
By all those tinctures there,
That paint the hemisphere;

The Hour-glass

© Robert Herrick

That hour-glass which there you see
With water fill'd, sirs, credit me,
The humour was, as I have read,
But lovers' tears incrystalled.

Ambition

© Robert Herrick

In man, ambition is the common'st thing;
Each one by nature loves to be a king.

Impossibilities: To His Friend

© Robert Herrick

My faithful friend, if you can see
The fruit to grow up, or the tree;
If you can see the colour come
Into the blushing pear or plum;

To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything

© Robert Herrick

Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.

Of Love: A Sonnet

© Robert Herrick

How Love came in, I do not know,
Whether by th'eye, or ear, or no;
Or whether with the soul it came,
At first, infused with the same;

Corinna's Going A-Maying

© Robert Herrick

Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn
Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
See how Aurora throws her fair
Fresh-quilted colours through the air!

The Argument Of His Book

© Robert Herrick

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,
Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers.
I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.

Upon Love:by Way Of Question And Answer

© Robert Herrick

I bring ye love. QUES. What will love do?
ANS. Like, and dislike ye.
I bring ye love. QUES. What will love do?
ANS. Stroke ye, to strike ye.

To The Dead

© Frank Bidart

What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll
see each other again,--. . . and again reach the VEINin which we loved each other . .
It existed. It existed.There is a NIGHT within the NIGHT,--. . . for, like the detectives (the Ritz Brothers)
in The Gorilla,once we'd been battered by the gorillawe searched the walls, the intricately carved

Love Incarnate

© Frank Bidart

To all those driven berserk or humanized by love
this is offered, for I need help
deciphering my dream.
When we love our lord is LOVE.

If I Could Mourn Like A Mourning Dove

© Frank Bidart

It is what recurs that we believe,
your face not at one moment looking
sideways up at me anguished or

Guilty Of Dust

© Frank Bidart

up or down from the infinite C E N T E R
B R I M M I N G at the winking rim of timethe voice in my head saidLOVE IS THE DISTANCE
BETWEEN YOU AND WHAT YOU LOVEWHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE *then I saw the parade of my lovesthose PERFORMERS comics actors singersforgetful of my very self so often I
desired to die to myself to live in themthen my PARENTS my FRIENDS the drained

California Plush

© Frank Bidart

is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and
radio blaring
bearing right into the center of the city, the Capitol Tower
on the right, and beyond it, Hollywood Boulevard
blazing

Dark Night

© Frank Bidart

(John of the Cross)
In a dark night, when the light
burning was the burning of love (fortuitous
night, fated, free,--)