Love poems
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Nabokovs Blues
© William Matthews
The wallful of quoted passages from his work,
with the requisite specimens pinned next
to their literary cameo appearances, was too good
Beginning My Studies
© Walt Whitman
BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact, consciousness-these forms-the power of motion,
The least insect or animal-the senses-eyesight-love;
The first step, I say, aw'd me and pleas'd me so much,
I have hardly gone, and hardly wish'd to go, any farther,
But stop and loiter all the time, to sing it in extatic songs.
Cloudy Day
© James Russell Lowell
It is windy today. A wall of wind crashes against,
windows clunk against, iron frames
as wind swings past broken glass
and seethes, like a frightened cat
in empty spaces of the cellblock.
All through eternity
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
They have together
since the beginning of time-
Side by side, step by step.
This Libation, Cupid, Take
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
This libation, Cupid, take,
With the lilies at thy feet;
An Arbor
© Michael Rosen
The world’s a world of trouble, your mother must
have told you
that. Poison leaks into the basements
The SpringTime, O The Spring--Time
© Alfred Austin
The Spring-time, O the Spring-time!
Who does not know it well?
Recollections of the Arabian Nights
© Alfred Tennyson
When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
In the silken sail of infancy,
After Death
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may
My Grandmother's Love Letters
© Hart Crane
There are no stars to-night
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.
Paradise Lost: Book XI (1674)
© Patrick Kavanagh
He added not, for Adam at the newes
Heart-strook with chilling gripe of sorrow stood,
That all his senses bound; Eve, who unseen
Yet all had heard, with audible lament
Discover'd soon the place of her retire.
Paradise Lost: Book IX
© Patrick Kavanagh
So gloz'd the Tempter, and his proem tun'd.
Into the heart of Eve his words made way,
Though at the voice much marvelling; at length,
Not unamaz'd, she thus in answer spake:
One Year Old
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Is it we that are wise, is it we,
Who have bought with a price of grief
A wisdom seldom free
From scorn or disbelief,
Valeries Confession. To A Friend.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THEY declare that I'm gracefully pretty,
The very best waltzer that whirls;
They say I am sparkling and witty,
The pearl, the queen rose-bud of girls.
A Valentine
© Edgar Albert Guest
YOUR cheeks are pinker than the rose,
Your eyes are bluer than the skies;
Rat Song
© Margaret Atwood
When you hear me singing
you get the rifle down
and the flashlight, aiming for my brain,
but you always miss
Aside
© Ishmael Reed
Mail-day, and over the world in a thousand drag-nets
The bundles of letters are dumped on the docks and beaches,
And all that is dear to the personal conscious reaches
Around us again like filings around iron magnets,
And war stands aside for an hour and looks at our faces
Of total absorption that seem to have lost their places.
[Deeply repentant of my sinful ways]
© Gaspara Stampa
Deeply repentant of my sinful ways
And of my trivial, manifold desires,
