Love poems
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Temporary Poem Of My Time
© Yehuda Amichai
Please do not throw any more stones,
You are moving the land,
The holy, whole, open land,
You are moving it to the sea
And the sea doesn't want it
The sea says, not in me.
Mermaid
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Hey when I was a lad in fishing town an old man said to me
You can spend your life your jolly life just sailing on the sea
A Man In His Life
© Yehuda Amichai
A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.
Quick And Bitter
© Yehuda Amichai
The end was quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet was the time between us,
slow and sweet were the nights
when my hands did not touch one another in despair but in the love
of your body which came
between them.
William Forster
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The years are many since his hand
Was laid upon my head,
Too weak and young to understand
The serious words he said.
Sonnet XVI "If I Have Graced No Single Song of Mine"
© Henry Timrod
If I have graced no single song of mine
With thy sweet name, they all are full of thee;
Infirmity
© Theodore Roethke
In purest song one plays the constant fool
As changes shimmer in the inner eye.
I stare and stare into a deepening pool
And tell myself my image cannot die.
I love myself: thats my one constancy.
Oh, to be something else, yet still to be!
God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children
© Yehuda Amichai
God has pity on kindergarten children,
He pities school children -- less.
But adults he pities not at all.
Three Souls
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Then clothed like Angels, fitting their estate,
Three Souls went singing, singing through God's Gate.
My Father
© Yehuda Amichai
The memory of my father is wrapped up in
white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits
out of his hat, he drew love from his small body,and the rivers of his hands
overflowed with good deeds.
Once A Great Love
© Yehuda Amichai
Once a great love cut my life in two.
The first part goes on twisting
at some other place like a snake cut in two.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Away! Away! Away with her, young lover,
Away with her in haste lest dawn should break;
If that her kinsmen should thy deed discover
Ill might it fare with thee for her love's sake.
To The Painter Of An Ill-drawn Picture of Cleone
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles,
Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles;
And does that sweet and pleasing Air control,
Which to us paints the fair CLEONE's Soul.
To Mr. F. Now Earl of W
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone,
But, your Injunction thought upon,
ARDELIA took the Pen;
Designing to perform the Task,
Her FLAVIO did so kindly ask,
Ere he returned agen.
To Edward Jenkinson, Esq
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
And I be negligently told
You was too Young, and I too Old,
To have our distant Maxims hold.
What One Says To The Poet On The Subject Of Flowers
© Arthur Rimbaud
Thus, ever, towards the azure night
Where there quivers a topaz sea,
Will function in your evening light
The Lilies, those clysters of ecstasy!
Three Songs
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Quickly, Delia, Learn my Passion,
Lose not Pleasure, to be Proud;
Courtship draws on Observation,
And the Whispers of the Croud.
The Unequal Fetters
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Cou'd we stop the time that's flying
Or recall itt when 'tis past
Put far off the day of Dying
Or make Youth for ever last
To Love wou'd then be worth our cost.
