Love poems
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Persian Poem
© Amir Khusro
Kafir-e-ishqam musalmani mara darkaar neest
Har rag-e mun taar gashta hajat-e zunnaar neest;
The Oak And The Broom
© William Wordsworth
A Pastoral
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HIS simple truths did Andrew glean
Beside the babbling rills;
The Captain's Wife
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
I do not say the day is long and weary,
For while thou art content to be away,
Living in thee, oh Love, I live thy day,
And reck not if mine own be sad and dreary.
Bad Days
© Boris Pasternak
When Passion week started and Jesus
Came down to the city, that day
Hosannahs burst out at his entry
And palm leaves were strewn in his way.
The Tomb of Ilaria Giunigi
© Edith Wharton
ILARIA, thou that wert so fair and dear
That death would fain disown thee, grief made wise
"I love to see"
© Lesbia Harford
I love to see
Her looking up at me,
Stretched on a bed
In her pink dressing gown,
In Praise Of A Maiden
© Confucius
O sweet maiden, so fair and retiring,
At the corner I'm waiting for you;
And I'm scratching my head, and inquiring
What on earth it were best I should do.
Le Cygne (The Swan)
© Charles Baudelaire
Andromaque, je pense à vous! Ce petit fleuve,
Pauvre et triste miroir où jadis resplendit
L'immense majesté de vos douleurs de veuve,
Ce Simoïs menteur qui par vos pleurs grandit,
Our HomeOur Country
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
YOUR home was mine,--kind Nature's gift;
My love no years can chill;
In vain their flakes the storm-winds sift,
The snow-drop hides beneath the drift,
A living blossom still.
To A Friend On His Nuptials
© Matthew Prior
When Jove lay bless'd in his Alcmæna's charms,
Three nights in one he press'd her in his arms;
Concepcion De Arguello
© Francis Bret Harte
Looking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and
quaint,
By the San Francisco friars lifted to their patron saint,--
The Golden Boy
© Katharine Tynan
IN times of peace, so clean and bright,
And with a new-washed morning face,
He walked Pall Mall, a goodly sight,
The finished flower of all the race.
Two Hours In Reservoir
© Joseph Brodsky
I am an anti-fascist... anti-Faust
Ich liebe life and I admire chaos
Ich bin to wish, Genosse Offizieren,
Dem Zeit zum Faust for a while spazieren.
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Geology by Bob King: American Life in Poetry #46 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
We constantly compare one thing with another, or attempt to, saying, "Well, you know, love is like...it's like...well, YOU know what it's like." Here Bob King, who lives in Colorado, takes an original approach and compares love to the formation of rocks.
Geology
A Parody Of Donec Gratus Eram In A dialogue Between M--- & His Wife
© Thomas Parnell
He. When first my Biddy love profest
My rapture ran so high
Farewell To Spring
© Alfred Austin
I saw this morning, with a sudden smart,
Spring preparing to depart.
I know her well and so I told her all my heart.
Ursula
© Robert Fuller Murray
Upon the northern hill-top, looking down,
Like some sequestered saint upon the town,
Stands the great convent.
