There is light and wine, and sweethearts In the pomegranate flowers. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay; Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, When I awoke and found the dawn was gray: I have been faithful to you, Cynara! Bright Star by John Keats Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient sleepless eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors; No yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever or else swoon to death. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. But Shakespeare stands out among the rest, keeping William loosely in the category of a literary name. This is especially true if you are her boyfriend and trying to figure out what she wants.
When she finally married, hers was an open marriage. Come slowly, Eden by Emily Dickinson Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. The notes shift in the dark. There, in insolent ease The lead and marble figures watch the show Of yet another summer loath to go Although the scythes hang in the apple trees. The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I, Being Born a Woman, and Distressed by Edna St. And through the glass window shines the sun. Praxiteles would have admired it. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. As yet the early-rising sun Hath not attained his noon.
The panic gave me a cramp Tied weights to me And I began to sink faster How could my boat do this? Elizabeth Barrett Browning was an early advocate of women's rights, and a staunch opponent of slavery. The girl was weeping inconsolably because she couldn't visit her mother's grave. Inside, you sleep, somewhere below the pain. The old days have filled the mind Love has become a beggar. For it was in my heart you moved among them, And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes; And in my heart they will remember always,— They knew you once, O beautiful and wise. In the name of fun, some kind of black art. Emily Dickinson was the first great female American poet.
Its scent will cling to your fingers, cling to your knife. And there will always be storms, nature will never be sunny forever. Out of a grave I come to tell you this, Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss That flames upon your forehead with a glow That blinds you to the way that you must go. You showed me just how beautiful the world was. For the ages immemorial, boys have used love poems to show their love for a girl. The bottom of the sea is cruel.
The truth is that it is impossible. He is especially remembered for The Lovesong of J. Choosing this rare name will definitely communicate an appreciation for jazz, poetry, and the arts. Eliot helped create modern free verse. I hug the first, Enamoured by her beauty.
In signature of the incarnate word The harbor shoulders to resign in mingling Mutual blood, transpiring as foreknown And widening noon within your breast for gathering All bright insinuations that my years have caught For islands where must lead inviolably Blue latitudes and levels of your eyes,— In this expectant, still exclaim receive The secret oar and petals of all love. She corresponded with Percy Bysshe Shelley and was praised in poetic tributes by William Wordsworth and Walter Savage Landor. Sylvia Plath was one of the first and best of the modern confessional poets. Your hands once touched this table and this silver, And I have seen your fingers hold this glass. Now that it returned and stronger than ever, I couldn't be saved. Lawrence is better known today for his novels, which include the then-infamous Lady Chatterley's Lover, but he was one of the better early modernist poets. And one fine morning in a sunny lane Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear That nobody can love their way again While over there You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.
It feels shy and ashamed when I describe you A weak meaning it has when I describe you A meaningless meaning it has when I describe you Never existed it wishes when I describe you You are beautiful For your beauty I searched Every language ever lived And every word ever existed And the romantic era that occurred Could not find a way to describe your beauty Could not find a way to tell the world about your beauty You are beautiful Vocabulary will be invented Words never existed To the dictionaries will be added In the dictionaries will live In the lovers tongues will breath To describe your beauty The one and the only beauty The living and the dead will forget about Cleopatra Because your beauty is ultra A new period will start, The Beauty Era Your era A moment. Everyone's list will be different, but if one or two of mine is now on yours, hopefully your time here was well spent. Dylan Thomas's elegy to his dying father is one of the best villanelles in the English language, and it remains one of the most powerful, haunting poems ever written in any language. My finger-length grew lucent as glass. The sun blooms, it is a geranium.