Love poems
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To a Mountain Daisy
© Robert Burns
Alas! it's no thy neibor sweet,
The bonie lark, companion meet,
Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet
Wi' spreck'd breast,
When upward-springing, blythe, to greet
The purpling east.
Modern Love
© John Keats
And what is love? It is a doll dressd up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
From Violence to Peace
© James Russell Lowell
Twenty-eight shotgun pellets
crater my thighs, belly and groin.
I gently thumb each burnt bead,
fingering scabbed stubs with ointment.
Immigrant Blues
© Li-Young Lee
People have been trying to kill me since I was born,
a man tells his son, trying to explain
the wisdom of learning a second tongue.
Sonnet XXXVIII: First Time He Kissed Me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The finger of this hand wherewith I write;
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I lived with Esther, not for many days,
If days be counted by the fall of night
And the sun's rising, yet through years of praise,
If truth be timepiece of joys infinite.
What the End Is For
© Jorie Graham
where the heard foams up into the noise of listening,
where the listening arrives without being extinguished.
The huge hum soaks up into the dusk.
The minutes spring open. Six is too many.
From where we watch,
from where even watching is an anachronism,
"Give me October's meditative haze"
© Alfred Austin
Give me October's meditative haze,
Its gossamer mornings, dewy-wimpled eves,
Lorenzo De Lardy
© William Schwenck Gilbert
DALILAH DE DARDY adored
The very correctest of cards,
LORENZO DE LARDY, a lord -
He was one of Her Majesty's Guards.
Rivers Of Canada
© Bliss William Carman
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay,
They call me and call me to follow them away.
Missinaibi, Abitibi, Little Current-whe re they run
Dancing and sparkling I see them in the sun.
Sonnet 132: "Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,..."
© William Shakespeare
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
A Summer Recollection
© Sarah Flower Adams
Night comes!She seeks her rest.
Peace, fold her to thy breast!
And loveliest dreams unto her sleep be given:
The blessing she has brought
Into her soul be wrought!
On Earth there is no purer, brighter Heaven!
At the Three Fountains
© Ogden Nash
Here, where God lives among the trees,
Where birds and monks the whole day sing
His praises in a pleasant ease,
Sir Gawaine And The Green Knight
© Yvor Winters
Reptilian green the wrinkled throat,
Green as a bough of yew the beard;
He bent his head, and so I smote;
Then for a thought my vision cleared.
from The Bridge: Atlantis
© Hart Crane
Through the bound cable strands, the arching path
Upward, veering with light, the flight of strings,—
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
© André Breton
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,
