Love poems
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Palinode-December
© James Russell Lowell
Like some lorn abbey now, the wood
Stands roofless in the bitter air;
In ruins on its floor is strewed
The carven foliage quaint and rare,
And homeless winds complain along
The columned choir once thrilled with song.
from Dante Études, Book One: We Will Endeavor
© Robert Duncan
“We will endeavor,
the word aiding us from Heaven,
to be of service
to the vernacular speech”
The Sisters' Tragedy
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Both were young, in life's rich summer yet;
And one was dark, with tints of violet
In hair and eyes, and one was blond as she
Who rose-a second daybreak-from the sea,
Gold-tressed and azure-eyed. In that lone place,
Like dusk and dawn, they sat there face to face.
Sonnet III
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OF all the woodland flowers of earlier spring,
These golden jasmines, each an air-hung bower.
Meet for the Queen of Fairies' tiring hour,
Seem loveliest and most fair in blossoming;
The Life of Lincoln West
© Gwendolyn Brooks
Ugliest little boy
that everyone ever saw.
That is what everyone said.
Crusoe in England
© Elizabeth Bishop
A new volcano has erupted,
the papers say, and last week I was reading
Golden Gully
© Henry Lawson
No one lives in Golden Gully, for its golden days are oer,
And its clay shall never sully blucher-boots of diggers more,
Road
© Yeghishe Charents
I love the sun-baked taste of Armenian words,
the lilt of ancient lutes in sweet laments
our blood-red fragrant roses bending
as in Nayiran dances, danced still by our girls.
Palindrome
© Paul Eluard
There is less difficulty—indeed, no logical difficulty at all—in
imagining two portions of the universe, say two galaxies, in which
time goes one way in one galaxy and the opposite way in the
other. . . . Intelligent beings in each galaxy would regard their own
Meet Me in the Green Glen
© John Clare
Love, meet me in the green glen,
Beside the tall elm-tree,
Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;
There come with me.
Meet me in the green glen.
Sonnet: A. M. D.
© George MacDonald
Methinks I see thee, lying straight and low,
Silent and darkling, in thy earthy bed,
Sonnet CXLIV: Two loves I have of comfort and despair
© William Shakespeare
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still
Questions And Answer
© Augusta Davies Webster
HAD I a heart till that day?
Who knows, who knows?
Ere the leaf burst upwards can any say
"Here is a green thing hidden away
In the lingering new year snows"?
Coquette And Her Lover
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O, foolish querist! what if I,
Beholding your enamored face
And every well-attested trace
Of verdant, young idolatry,
Should, after my own fashion, choose
To play the subtly-amorous muse,
"Those must be masts of ships the gazer sees"
© Lesbia Harford
Those must be masts of ships the gazer sees
On through the little gap in the park trees
So far away that seeing almost fails.
Those must be masts, the lovely masts of ships
The Modern Mother
© Alice Meynell
Oh what a kiss
With filial passion overcharged is this!
To this misgiving breast
The child runs, as a child ne'er ran to rest
Upon the light heart and the unoppressed.
Meditation at Lagunitas
© Robert Hass
All the new thinking is about loss.
In this it resembles all the old thinking.
Sydney Cove, 1788
© Roderic Quinn
SHE sat on the rocks, her fireless eyes
Teased and tired with the thoughts of yore;
And paining her sense were alien skies,
An alien sea and an alien shore.
