Love poems
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Book Ends
© Tony Harrison
Back in our silences and sullen looks,
for all the Scotch we drink, what's still between 's
not the thirty or so years, but books, books, books.
You'll find -- it when you try to die --
© Emily Dickinson
You'll find -- it when you try to die --
The Easier to let go --
For recollecting such as went --
You could not spare -- you know.
You love the Lord -- you cannot see
© Emily Dickinson
You love the Lord -- you cannot see --
You write Him -- every day --
A little note -- when you awake --
And further in the Day.
While it is alive
© Emily Dickinson
While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare --
When a Lover is a Beggar
© Emily Dickinson
When a Lover is a Beggar
Abject is his Knee --
When a Lover is an Owner
Different is he --
Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
© Emily Dickinson
Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
Awful Father of Love --
Is not Ours the chastising --
Do not chastise the Dove --
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee
© Emily Dickinson
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee
How long a Day I could endure
Though thine attention stop not on me
Nor the least signal, Me assure --
We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.
© Emily Dickinson
We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.
Of that, there is no doubt.
But the Arc of a Lover's conjecture
Eludes the finding out.
We learned the Whole of Love --
© Emily Dickinson
We learned the Whole of Love --
The Alphabet -- the Words --
A Chapter -- then the mighty Book --
Then -- Revelation closed --
We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face
© Emily Dickinson
And blame the scanty love
We were Content to show --
Augmented -- Sweet -- a Hundred fold --
If Thou would'st take it -- now --
Victory comes late --
© Emily Dickinson
Victory comes late --
And is held low to freezing lips --
Too rapt with frost
To take it --
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
© Emily Dickinson
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
The Forests as they froze
Together heard them strengthening
Each other with the words
To wait an Hour -- is long --
© Emily Dickinson
To wait an Hour -- is long --
If Love be just beyond --
To wait Eternity -- is short --
If Love reward the end --
To the bright east she flies,
© Emily Dickinson
To the bright east she flies,
Brothers of Paradise
Remit her home,
Without a change of wings,
Or Love's convenient things,
Enticed to come.
To pile like Thunder to its close
© Emily Dickinson
To pile like Thunder to its close
Then crumble grand away
While Everything created hid
This -- would be Poetry --
To love thee Year by Year
© Emily Dickinson
To love thee Year by Year --
May less appear
Than sacrifice, and cease --
However, dear,
Forever might be short, I thought to show --
And so I pieced it, with a flower, now.
To earn it by disdaining it
© Emily Dickinson
To earn it by disdaining it
Is Fame's consummate Fee --
He loves what spurns him --
Look behind -- He is pursuing thee.
These are the Nights that Beetles love --
© Emily Dickinson
These are the Nights that Beetles love --
From Eminence remote
Drives ponderous perpendicular
His figure intimate
These are the days that Reindeer love
© Emily Dickinson
These are the days that Reindeer love
And pranks the Northern star --
This is the Sun's objective,
And Finland of the Year.
The Test of Love -- is Death --
© Emily Dickinson
The Test of Love -- is Death --
Our Lord -- "so loved" -- it saith --
What Largest Lover -- hath
Another -- doth --
