Love poems
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The Bounty
© Derek Walcott
Between the vision of the Tourist Board and the true
Paradise lies the desert where Isaiah’s elations
force a rose from the sand. The thirty-third canto
Idyll XX. Town and Country
© Theocritus
Once I would kiss Eunice. "Back," quoth she,
And screamed and stormed; "a sorry clown kiss me?
Your country compliments, I like not such;
No lips but gentles' would I deign to touch.
Song (“The world is full of loss ... ”)
© Katha Pollitt
The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love,
my home is where we make our meeting-place,
and love whatever I shall touch and read
within that face.
You'll findit when you try to die
© Emily Dickinson
You'll findit when you try to die
The Easier to let go
For recollecting such as went
You could not spareyou know.
from Fanny
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
Dear to the exile is his native land,
In memory’s twilight beauty seen afar:
Dear to the broker is a note of hand,
Collaterally secured—the polar star
Is dear at midnight to the sailor’s eyes,
And dear are Bristed’s volumes at “half price;”
Death Sonnet I
© Gabriela Mistral
From the icy niche where men placed you
I lower your body to the sunny, poor earth.
They didn't know I too must sleep in it
and dream on the same pillow.
Idylls of the King: Song from The Marriage of Geraint
© Alfred Tennyson
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
Silentium Amoris
© Oscar Wilde
. AS oftentimes the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.
I Love My Love
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I LOVE my love for she is like a garden in the dawn,
Pale, yet pink-flushed, with softly waking eyes,
And primrose hair that brightens to gold skies,
And petalled lips for dew to linger on.
Mother and Child, Body and Soul
© Jean Valentine
Mother
It was autumn
I couldn't hear the students
only the music coming in the window,
Se tu m’ami
If you love me
To Marguerite: Continued
© Matthew Arnold
Yes! in the sea of life enisled,
With echoing straits between us thrown,
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
We mortal millions live alone.
The islands feel the enclasping flow,
And then their endless bounds they know.
from The Testament of John Lydgate
© John Lydgate
Beholde, o man! lyft up thyn eye and see
What mortall peyne I suffre for thi trespace.
At San Giovanni Del Lago
© Alfred Austin
I leaned upon the rustic bridge,
And watched the streamlet make
Its chattering way past zigzag ridge
Down to the silent lake.
from Jubilate Agno
© Christopher Smart
let elizur rejoice with the partridge
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers.
Sonnet IV: Lovesight
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
When do I see thee most, beloved one?
When in the light the spirits of mine eyes
Love Is Master Still
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Since that it may not be,
The thing my soul desires,
And that Love's tenderer fires
Are doomed to loss and Time's sterility,
A Sentiment Offered At The Dinner To H. I. H. The Prince Napoleon
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
AT THE REVERE HOUSE,
SEPTEMBER 25,1861
The End
© Edith Nesbit
ADIEU, Madame! The moon of May
Wanes now above the orchard grey;
The white May-blossoms fall like snow,
As Love foretold a month ago--
Or was it only yesterday?
Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
© William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
