Love poems
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The Sprits Of Light And Darkness
© Madison Julius Cawein
As from the evil good
Springs like a fire,
As bland beatitude
Wells from the dire,
So was the Chaos brood
Of us the sire.
The Universal Route.
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
As we journey along, with a laugh and a song,
We see, on youth's flower-decked slope,
Bosnia Tune
© Joseph Brodsky
As you pour yourself a scotch
Crush a roach or check your watch
As your hands adjust your tie people die
A Hymn
© James Thomson
These, as they change, Almighty Father, these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
A Phonecall from Frank O’Hara
© Anne Waldman
“That all these dyings may be life in death”
I was living in San Francisco
Constructive
© Heather McHugh
You take a rock, your hand is hard.
You raise your eyes, and there's a pair
of small beloveds, caught in pails.
The monocle and eyepatch correspond.
Within and Without: Part IV: A Dramatic Poem
© George MacDonald
SCENE I.-Summer. Julian's room. JULIAN is reading out of a book of
poems.
Duty
© Peter McArthur
IF "Yea" and "Nay" were words enough for Him,
Who taught beyond the lessons of all teaching,
Evangeline: Part The First. V.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth day
Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-house.
Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
© William Shakespeare
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
A Time Past
© Denise Levertov
The old wooden steps to the front door
where I was sitting that fall morning
Modern Love: VIII
© George Meredith
Yet it was plain she struggled, and that salt
Of righteous feeling made her pitiful.
Rose-Cheeked Laura
© Thomas Campion
Rose-cheek'd Laura, come,
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.
Paradise Regain'd: Book I (1671)
© Patrick Kavanagh
I Who e're while the happy Garden sung,
By one mans disobedience lost, now sing
After Making Love We Hear Footsteps
© Washington Allston
In the half darkness we look at each other
and smile
and touch arms across this little, startlingly muscled body—
this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making,
sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake,
this blessing love gives again into our arms.
Phrases
© Arthur Rimbaud
When the world is reduced to a single dark wood for our two pairs of dazzled eyes—to a beach for two faithful children—to a musical house for our clear understanding—then I shall find you.
When there is only one old man on earth, lonely, peaceful, handsome, living in unsurpassed luxury, then I am at your feet.
When I have realized all your memories, —when I am the girl who can tie your hands,—then I will stifle you.
Caelica 4: [You little stars that live in skies]
© Fulke Greville
You little stars that live in skies
And glory in Apollo’s glory,
On The Downs
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
A faint sea without wind or sun;
A sky like flameless vapour dun;
A valley like an unsealed grave
That no man cares to weep upon,
Bare, without boon to crave,
Or flower to save.
