Love poems
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Thirty-Eight. To Mrs ____y
© Charlotte Turner Smith
In early youths unclouded scene,
The brilliant morning of eighteen,
With health and sprightly joy elate,
We gazed on youths enchanting spring,
Nor thought how quickly time would bring
The mournful period thirty-eight!
Atlantis
© Hart Crane
Through the bound cable strands, the arching path
Upward, veering with light, the flight of strings,
The Paleontologist’s Blind Date by Philip Memmer : American Life in Poetry #240 Ted Kooser, U.
© Ted Kooser
We haven’t shown you many poems in which the poet enters another person and speaks through him or her, but it is, of course, an effective and respected way of writing. Here Philip Memmer of Deansboro, N.Y., enters the persona of a young woman having an unpleasant experience with a blind date.
The Paleontologist’s Blind Date
A Dream Lies Dead
© Dorothy Parker
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
Middle-Aged
© Ezra Pound
A STUDY IN AN EMOTION
"'Tis but a vague, invarious delight.
As gold that rains about some buried king.
Dead Man’s Dump
© Isaac Rosenberg
The plunging limbers over the shattered track
Racketed with their rusty freight,
Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,
And the rusty stakes like sceptres old
To stay the flood of brutish men
Upon our brothers dear.
Trade
© John Le Gay Brereton
It rushed upon them and it passed
Leaving a ghost of pain and fear
To haunt the ruin it had made.
But surely they have learnt at last?
What far faint murmur can we hear
Of frantic howling? Listen! . . . TRADE.
Old Love and New
© Sara Teasdale
In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new,
It was ghostly waking
All night through.
Failures in Infinitives
© Bernadette Mayer
why am i doing this? Failure
to keep my work in order so as
A Complaint
© William Wordsworth
A well of love-it may be deep-
I trust it is,-and never dry:
What matter? if the waters sleep
In silence and obscurity.
-Such change, and at the very door
Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.
The Fat Old Couple Whirling Around
© Robert Bly
The drum says that the night we die will be a long night.
It says the children have time to play. Tell the grownups
They can pull the curtains around the bed tonight.
Song Of The Orphan
© Rainer Maria Rilke
I am no one and never will be anyone,
for I am far too small to claim to be;
not even later.
Praise For Thee, Lord, in Zion Waits
© Henry Francis Lyte
Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits;
Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates;
All flesh shall to Thy throne repair,
And find through Christ salvation there.
