Love poems
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Sonnet XIX: You Cannot Love
© Michael Drayton
To HumorYou cannot love, my pretty heart, and why?
There was a time you told me that you would;
But now again you will the same deny,
If it might please you, would to God you could.
The Late W. V. Wild, Esq.
© Henry Kendall
SAD FACES came round, and I dreamily said
Though the harp of my country now slumbers,
Surprised By Joy
© William Wordsworth
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport-Oh! with whom
"As the inhastening tide doth roll"
© Alice Meynell
As the inhastening tide doth roll,
Dear and desired, along the whole
Wide shining strand, and floods the caves,
Your love comes filling with happy waves
The open sea-shore of my soul.
A Saxon Song
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Tools with the comely names,
Mattock and scythe and spade,
Couth and bitter as flames,
Clean, and bowed in the blade,--
A man and his tools make a man and his trade.
Recollections of Our Native Valley
© Gerald Griffin
Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
The Hangman's Great Hands
© Kenneth Patchen
And all that is this day. . .
The boy with cap slung over what had been a face. .. Somehow the cop will sleep tonight, will make love to his
wife...
Anger won't help. I was born angry. Angry that my father was
As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other
© Kenneth Patchen
As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
on floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood
lies
As it was in the Beginning
© Henry Lawson
As it used to be in past times, in the future so it must,
We shall find him stretching forward with his face down in the dust,
All his wounds in front, and hiddenblood to earth, and back to sky,
When pale women pray in private, and strong men go out to die.
Creation
© Kenneth Patchen
Any person who loves another person,
Wherever in the world, is with us in this room -
Even though there are battlefields.
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we entered the veil.
On the day when we cast of the bodys veil from the soul, you will see that we are the envy of despair of man and the Polestars.
Wash your face and become clean for beholding us, else remain afar, for we are beloveds of ourselves.
We are not that beauty who tomorrow will become a crone; till eternity we are young and heart-comforting and fair of stature.
Sonnet XLIX: How Long
© Samuel Daniel
How long shall I in mine affliction mourn,
A burden to myself, distress'd in mind?
Last night my soul cried O exalted sphere of Heaven
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Last night my soul cried, O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.
Without sin and crime, eternally revolving upon your body in its complaining is the indigo of mourning;
Now happy, now unhappy, like Abraham in the fire; at once king and beggar like Ebrahim-e Adham.
In your form you are terrifying, yet your state is full of anguish: you turn round like a millstone and writhe like a snake.
Laila and the Khalifa.
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The Khalifa said to Laila, "Art thou really she
For whom Majnun lost his head and went distracted?
Thou art not fairer than many other fair ones."
She replied, "Be silent; thou art not Majnun!"
If I weep
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.
Every cruelty which he commits becomes him, every cruelty which he commits I endure.
If he accounts me nonexistent, I account his tyranny generosity.
The cure of the ache of my heart is the ache for him; how shall I not surrender my heart to his ache?
I will beguile him with the tongue
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Reason says, I will beguile him with the tongue.; Love says,
Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul.
The soul says to the heart, Go, do not laugh at me and yourself.
What is there that is not his, that I may beguile him
I have fallen into unconsciousness
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I am with myself!
The darling sewed up my eyes so that I might not see other than him, so that suddenly I opened my eyes on his face.
My soul fought with me saying, Do not pain me; I said, Take your divorce. She said, Grant it; I granted it.
When my mother saw on my cheek the brand of your love she cut my umbilical cord on that, the moment I was born.
I Have a Fire for You in my Mouth
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals
on my tongue.
The flames which I have in my heart would make one mouth-
ful of both worlds.
