Love poems
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Penumbra
© Amy Lowell
The old house will guard you,
As I have done.
Its walls and rooms will hold you,
And I shall whisper my thoughts and fancies
As always,
From the pages of my books.
The Oven Loves the TV Set
© Heather McHugh
Stuck on the fridge, our favorite pin-up girl
is anorexic. On the radio we have a riff
The Right Whale in Iowa
© Debora Greger
The shag rug of a Great Plains buffalo,
a flightless bird
gone to stone: over its fellow keepsakes,
Not to Be Dwelled On
© Heather McHugh
Self-interest cropped up even there,
the day I hoisted three instead of the
two called-for
spades of loam onto
the coffin of my friend.
Epigrams: On my First Son
© Benjamin Jonson
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.
I Shall Be Married on Monday Morning
© Pierre Reverdy
As I was walking one morning in spring,
I heard a fair maiden most charmingly sing,
All under her cow, as she sat a-milking,
Saying, I shall be married, next Monday morning.
Cabin
© Anne Waldman
eviction people arrive to haunt me
with descriptions of summer’s wildflowers
how they are carpet of fierce colors
Modern Love: II
© George Meredith
It ended, and the morrow brought the task.
Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in
Upon the Hill and Grove at Bilbrough
© Andrew Marvell
TO THE LORD FAIRFAX
See how the archèd earth does here
Beowulf (modern English translation)
© Pierre Reverdy
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
Modern Love: XLVII
© George Meredith
Their sense is with their senses all mixed in,
Destroyed by subtleties these women are!
Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence
© Matthew Rohrer
I'm waiting for the Light Beings
to remove my roof.
Our bedroom is lousy with clothes
spelling out greetings if anyone's up there
who can read English.
House: Some Instructions
© Grace Paley
If you have a house
you must think about it all the time
as you reside in the house so
it must be a home in your mind
White-Eyes
© Michael Ondaatje
In winter
all the singing is in
the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird
