Love poems
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The Anniversary
© John Donne
All Kings, and all their favourites,
All glory of honours, beauties, wits,
Symphony of a Mexican Garden
© Grace Hazard Conkling
But all across the trudging ragged chords
That are the tangled grasses in the heat,
The mariposa lilies fluttering
Like trills upon some archangelic flute,
Recreation
© Elizabeth Daryush
Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.
Song of the Open Road
© Walt Whitman
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Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes!
How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn!
from Totem Poem [Abandoned in a field near Yass]
© Luke Davies
Abandoned in a field near Yass a cobwebbed car once kept us warm
and when it rained, though we shivered with sickness,
A Shropshire Lad XXVI: Along the field as we came by
© Alfred Edward Housman
Along the field as we came by
A year ago, my love and I,
from Maud: O that 'twere possible
© Alfred Tennyson
O that twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!...
Morning of Drunkenness
© Arthur Rimbaud
O my good! O my beautiful! Atrocious fanfare where I won’t stumble! enchanted rack whereon I am stretched! Hurrah for the amazing work and the marvelous body, for the first time! It began amid the laughter of children, it will end with it. This poison will remain in all our veins even when, as the trumpets turn back, we’ll be restored to the old discord. O let us now, we who are so deserving of these torments! let us fervently gather up that superhuman promise made to our created body and soul: that promise, that madness! Elegance, knowledge, violence! They promised us to bury the tree of good and evil in the shade, to banish tyrannical honesties, so that we might bring forth our very pure love. It began with a certain disgust and ended—since we weren’t able to grasp this eternity all at once—in a panicked rout of perfumes.
Laughter of children, discretion of slaves, austerity of virgins, horror in the faces and objects of today, may you be consecrated by the memory of that wake. It began in all loutishness, now it’s ending among angels of flame and ice.
Little eve of drunkenness, holy! were it only for the mask with which you gratified us. We affirm you, method! We don’t forget that yesterday you glorified each one of our ages. We have faith in the poison. We know how to give our whole lives every day.
Behold the time of the Assassins.
Mannerly Margery Milk and Ale
© Alice Walker
Ay, beshrew you! by my fay,
These wanton clerks be nice alway!
An Exercise in Love
© Diane di Prima
Many have brought the gifts
I use for his pleasure
silk, & green hills
& heron the color of dawn
Tenebrae
© Geoffrey Hill
Veni Redemptor, but not in our time.
Christus Resurgens, quite out of this world.
‘Ave’ we cry; the echoes are returned.
Amor Carnalis is our dwelling-place.
Sonnet CXXXVIII: When my love swears that she is made of truth
© William Shakespeare
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
The Men
© Pablo Neruda
The era's beginning: are these ruined shacks,
these poor schools, these people still in rags and tatters,
this cloddish insecurity of my poor families,
is all this the day? the century's beginning, the golden door?
Old Folks at Home
© Stephen C. Foster
All de world am sad and dreary,
Ebry where I roam,
Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.
Blues Chant Hoodoo Revival
© Yusef Komunyakaa
let’s pour the river’s rainbow
into our stone water jars
bad luck isn’t red flowers
crushed under jackboots
