Love poems
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Sad Wine (I)
© Cesare Pavese
It was beautiful how he cried as he told it,
the way a drunk cries, his whole body to it,
and he hung on my shoulder saying, Between us,
always respect, and there I was, shaking with cold,
wanting to leave, and helping him walk.
I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing
© Walt Whitman
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches,
Blackberrying
© Sylvia Plath
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
Eyes Like Leeks
© Michael Rosen
It had almost nothing to do with sex.
The boy
in his corset and farthingale, his head-
Maud; A Monodrama (from Part I)
© Alfred Tennyson
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the rose is blown.
The Photos
© Diane Wakoski
My sister in her well-tailored silk blouse hands me
the photo of my father
in naval uniform and white hat.
I say, “Oh, this is the one which Mama used to have on her dresser.”
Sonnet LXXVI: Why is my verse so barren of new pride
© William Shakespeare
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from variation or quick change?
Briefly It Enters, Briefly Speaks
© Jane Kenyon
When the young girl who starves
sits down to a table
she will sit beside me. . . .
A Song from the Italian from Limberham: or, the Kind Keeper
© John Dryden
By a dismal cypress lying,
Damon cried, all pale and dying,
Makeup on Empty Space
© Anne Waldman
I am putting makeup on empty space
all patinas convening on empty space
They eat out
© Margaret Atwood
As for me, I continue eating;
I liked you better the way you were,
but you were always ambitious.
"I saw my Lady weep"
© Pierre Reverdy
I saw my Lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be advanced so
In those fair eyes, where all perfections keep;
Her face was full of woe,
But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts
Than mirth can do, with her enticing parts.
Love's Alchemy
© John Donne
Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,
Say, where his centric happiness doth lie;
from Silent is the House
© Emily Jane Brontë
Come, the wind may never again
Blow as now it blows for us;
And the stars may never again shine as now they shine;
Long before October returns,
Seas of blood will have parted us;
And you must crush the love in your heart, and I the love in mine!
She Was a Phantom of Delight
© André Breton
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
Parable of the Hostages
© Louise Gluck
The Greeks are sitting on the beach
wondering what to do when the war ends. No one
