The 100 Best Love Poems of All Time
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Words of Love ...and seduction, heartbreak, adoration, and passion. Here in this portable treasury are the 100 most moving and memorable love poems of all time, each accompanied by an illuminating introduction. Revisit the Classics: "He Is More Than a Hero" by Sappho Sonnet 18 ("Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds") by William Shakespeare "She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron Enjoy Old Favorites: "To My Dear and Loving Husband" by Anne Bradstreet "The Owl and the Pussycat" by Edward Lear "When I Was One and Twenty" by A. E. Housman Make Surprising Discoveries: "Your Catfish Friend" by Richard Brautigan "To Alice B. Toklas" by Gertrude Stein "Valentine" by Donald Hall "True Love" by Judith Viorst Carry this book wherever you go. It's a perfect companion to read alone or to share with that special person in your life. The 100 Best Love Poems of all Time.
to melt My cheek of basalt. They turned to tears, Angels weeping over dull natures, But didn’t convince me. Those tears froze. Each dead head had a visor of ice. And I slept on like a bent finger. The first thing I saw was sheer air And the locked drops rising in a dew Limpid as spirits. Many stones lay Dense and expressionless round about. I didn’t know what to make of it. I shone, mica-scaled, and unfolded To pour myself out like a fluid Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
Edna St. Vincent Millay. From Collected Poems, HarperCollins. Copyright © 1931, 1958 by Edna St. Vincent Millay and Norma Millay Ellis. All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission of Elizabeth Barnett, literary executor. “For Jane” from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses over the Hills by Charles Bukowski. Copyright © 1969. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers Inc. “Silken Tent” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1969 by Henry Holt and
and almost reverent exploration of the essence of love is both redolent of its origins and universal in its impact. Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know my meaning as the moon would fathom the sea. I have bared my life before your eyes from end to end, with nothing hidden or held back. That is why you know me not. If it were only a gem, I could break it into a hundred pieces and string them into a chain to put on your neck. If it were only a flower, round and small and
because I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day Even when there’s no one here but him, And because I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packers Even though I am philosophically opposed to football, And because When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street, I always hope he’s dead. It’s true love because If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking
keep my soul in me, so that it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things? —from “Love Song” by Rainer Maria Rilke A lover’s delirium... I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. —from “I Do Not Love You” by Pablo Neruda Ardent devotion... And the beauty of Susanna Jones in red Burns in