Love poems
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Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
© William Shakespeare
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull character'd with lasting memoryWhich shall above that idle rank remainBeyond all date, ev'n to eternity
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts
© William Shakespeare
Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts,Which I by lacking have supposèd dead,And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,And all those friends which I thought burièd
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
© William Shakespeare
Thus can my love excuse the slow offenceOf my dull bearer, when from thee I speed
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thou blind fool love, what dost thou to mine eyes
© William Shakespeare
Thou blind fool love, what dost thou to mine eyesThat they behold and see not what they see?They know what beauty is, see where it lies,Yet what the best is, take the worst to be
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
© William Shakespeare
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel,For well thou know'st to my dear doting heartThou art the fairest and most precious jewel
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those lips that love's own hand did make
© William Shakespeare
Those lips that love's own hand did makeBreath'd forth the sound that said, "I hate,"To me that languish't for her sake,But when she saw my woeful state,Straight in her heart did mercy come,Chiding that tongue that, ever sweet,Was used in giving gentle doomAnd taught it thus anew to greet
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those lines that I before have writ do lie
© William Shakespeare
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,Ev'n those that said I could not love you dearer,Yet then my judgement knew no reason whyMy most full flame should afterwards burn clearer
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those hours that with gentle work did frame
© William Shakespeare
Those hours that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwellWill play the tyrants to the very same,And that unfair which fairly doth excel,For never-resting time leads summer onTo hid'ous winter and confounds him there,Sap checkt with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,Beauty o'er-snow'd and bareness every where;Then were not summer's distillation leftA liquid pris'ner pent in walls of glass,Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it nor no remembrance what it was
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
© William Shakespeare
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,Have put on black, and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain
Dream Song 11: His mother goes. The mother comes and goes
© John Berryman
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes.
Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then
that dragoner's mother was gone.
It seem we don't have no good bed to lie on,
forever. While he drawing his first breath,
while skinning his knees,
Dream Song 109: She mentioned 'worthless' and he took it in
© John Berryman
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in,
degraded Henry, at the ebb of love—
O at the end of love—
in undershorts, with visitors, whereof
we can say their childlessness is ending. Love
finally took over,
Shakespeare's Sonnets: The other two, slight air and purging fire
© William Shakespeare
The other two, slight air and purging fire,Are both with thee, where ever I abide;The first my thought, the other my desire,These present-absent with swift motion slide
Shakespeare's Sonnets: The little love-god lying once asleep
© William Shakespeare
The little love-god lying once asleep,Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brandWhil'st many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keepCame tripping by, but in her maiden handThe fairest votary took up that fire,Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd,And so the general of hot desireWas sleeping by a virgin hand disarm'd
Shakespeare's Sonnets: The forward violet thus did I chide
© William Shakespeare
The forward violet thus did I chide,Sweet thief, whence did'st thou steal thy sweet that smellsIf not from my love's breath? The purple prideWhich on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells?In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed,The lily I condemnèd for thy hand,And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair,The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,Our blushing shame, an other white despair:A third nor red, nor white, had stol'n of both,And to his robb'ry had annex't thy breath,But for his theft in pride of all his growthA vengeful canker ate him up to death
Shakespeare's Sonnets: That time of year thou may'st in me behold
© William Shakespeare
That time of year thou may'st in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin'd quires where late the sweet birds sang
Shakespeare's Sonnets: That thou hast her it is not all my grief
© William Shakespeare
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,And yet it may be said I lov'd her dearly:That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,A loss in love that touches me more nearly
Shakespeare's Sonnets: That thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect
© William Shakespeare
That thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect,For slander's mark was ever yet the fair,The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
© William Shakespeare
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all,What hast thou then more than thou had'st before?No love, my love, that thou may'st true love call;All mine was thine before thou had'st this more
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said
© William Shakespeare
Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not saidThy edge should blunter be than appetite,Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,To-morrow sharp'ned in his former might
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
© William Shakespeare
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness,Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport:Both grace and faults are lov'd of more and less
