Love poems

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Machines

© Michael Donaghy

Dearest, note how these two are alike:
This harpsicord pavane by Purcell
And the racer's twelve-speed bike.

Swing Song

© John Williams

The blatant horns blare strident sound;
Delighted, you laugh and seize
My passive arm, but I have found
Content in the harmonies.

Ode To The Only Girl

© John Williams

I've seen you many times in many places--
Theater, bus, train, or on the street;
Smiling in spring rain, in winter sleet,
Eyes of any hue in myriad faces;

Musketaquid

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Because I was content with these poor fields,
Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams,
And found a home in haunts which others scorned,
The partial wood-gods overpaid my love,

Merlin II

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

The rhyme of the poet
Modulates the king's affairs,
Balance-loving nature
Made all things in pairs.

Monadnoc

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

I heard and I obeyed,
Assured that he who pressed the claim,
Well-known, but loving not a name,
Was not to be gainsaid.

Etienne de la Boéce

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

I serve you not, if you I follow,
Shadow-like, o'er hill and hollow,
And bend my fancy to your leading,
All too nimble for my treading.

Threnody

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

The south-wind brings
Life, sunshine, and desire,
And on every mount and meadow
Breathes aromatic fire,

To Ellen, At The South

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

The green grass is growing,
The morning wind is in it,
'Tis a tune worth the knowing,
Though it change every minute.

The Day's Ration

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

When I was born,
From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice,
Saying, This be thy portion, child; this chalice,
Less than a lily's, thou shalt daily draw

The Sphynx

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thorough a thousand voices
Spoke the universal dame,
"Who telleth one of my meanings,
Is master of all I am."

Ode To William H. Channing

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Though loth to grieve
The evil time's sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My buried thought
For the priest's cant,
Or statesman's rant.

Saadi

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Trees in groves,
Kine in droves,
In ocean sport the scaly herds,
Wedge-like cleave the air the birds,

Astræ

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Himself it was who wrote
His rank, and quartered his own coat.
There is no king nor sovereign state
That can fix a hero's rate;

Alphonso Of Castile

I Alphonso live and learn,
Seeing nature go astern.
Things deteriorate in kind,
Lemons run to leaves and rind,

The Sphinx

Through a thousand voices
Spoke the universal dame
"Who telleth one of my meanings
Is master of all I am."

Forbearance

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;
Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk;
At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse;
Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust;

Dirge

Knows he who tills this lonely field
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres yield
At midnight and at morn?

Blight

Give me truths,
For I am weary of the surfaces,
And die of inanition. If I knew
Only the herbs and simples of the wood,

Merlin

I
Thy trivial harp will never please
Or fill my craving ear;
Its chords should ring as blows the breeze,