Love poems
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Νοσταλγία (Nostalgia)
© Kostas Karyotakis
Youre not in love, you say, and you dont remember.
And if your heart has filled and you shed the tears
that you couldnt shed like you did at first,
youre not in love and you dont remember, even though you cry.
Trees are For Lovers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Trees are for lovers.
A spirit has led them
Where the young boughs meet
And the green light hovers,
The Golden Whales Of California
© Vachel Lindsay
But what is the earthquake s cry at last
Making St. Francis yet aghast:
" Oh the flashing cornucopia of haughty
From here on, the audience California joins in the
The Holy Innocents
© John Keble
Say, ye celestial guards, who wait
In Bethlehem, round the Saviour's palace gate,
Colonial Experience
© Anonymous
When first I came to Sydney Cove
And up and down the streets did rove,
I thought such sights I ne'er did see
Since first I learnt my A, B, C.
Autumn Song
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Let's go down the road together, you and I,
Let's go down the road together,
." by William Shakespeare">Sonnet 152: "In loving thee thou know'st I am foresworn,..."
© William Shakespeare
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing;
To Time
© George Gordon Byron
Time! on whose arbitrary wing
The varying hours must flag or fly,
Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring,
But drag or drive us on to die--
Hymn To Mercury
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF HOMER.
I.
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove,
The Herald-child, king of Arcadia
Westward
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I found my Love among the fern. She slept.
My shadow stole across her, as I stept
More lightly and slowly, seeing her pillowed so
In the short--turfed and shelving green hollow
Awake, my fair
© Yehudah HaLevi
Awake, my fair, my love, awake,
So that I may gaze upon you!
And if one is eager to kiss your lips,
In your dreams this do you see,
Lo, then I myself of your dream
The interpreter will be.
Description of a Tropical Island
© Charles Harpur
Behold an Indian isle, reposed
Upon the deeps enamoured breast,
Artemis To Actaeon
© Edith Wharton
And this was thine: to lose thyself in me,
Relive in my renewal, and become
The light of other lives, a quenchless torch
Passed on from hand to hand, till men are dust
And the last garland withers from my shrine.
An Invitation
© Alfred Domett
Well! if Truth be all welcomed with hardy reliance,
All the lovely unfoldings of luminous Science,
Sylph's Song
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Fly with me, my mortal love!
Oh! haste to realms of purer day,
After The Curfew
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE Play is over. While the light
Yet lingers in the darkening hall,
I come to say a last Good-night
Before the final _Exeunt all_.
Understand That This Is A Dream
© Allen Ginsberg
first dream that made me take down my pants
urgently to show the cars / auto tracks / rolling down avenue hill.
That far back what do I remember / but the face of the leader of the gang
was blond / that loved me / one day on the steps of his house blocks away
all afternoon I told him about my magic Spell
I can do anything I want / palaces millions / chemistry sets / chicken
The English Way
© Rudyard Kipling
After the fight at Otterburn,
Before the ravens came,
The Witch-wife rode across the fern
And spoke Earl Percy's name.
In Peace
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A track of moonlight on a quiet lake,
Whose small waves on a silver-sanded shore
The Farmer's Boy - Spring
© Robert Bloomfield
Down, indignation! hence, ideas foul!
Away the shocking image from my soul!
Let kindlier visitants attend my way,
Beneath approaching _Summer's_ fervid ray;
Nor thankless glooms obtrude, nor cares annoy,
Whilst the sweet theme is _universal joy_.
