LOVE POEM
I am a LOVE POEM
I am another’s heart song
Admitting that those below then
Are just recomposed with cringe strong:
I am How I do Love Thee
I am asking thee to let me count the ways
I love thee to the depths and breadths purely
I love thee to the level of every day’s.
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] my heart
I am never without it(it grows)
For beautiful you are my world(keeping the stars apart)
We have the deepest secret nobody knows.
I am A Red, Red Rose
Like my Luve is a sweetly played tune
O my Luve is how the melody goes
Like the Rose newly sprung in June.
I am the one man who loved the pilgrim soul in you
You dream of in your soft look, shadows deep
Amid the many who loved your beauty with love false or true
I love you when you are old and grey and full of sleep.
You sit wondering, with prophets
Saying the world is ending, tomorrow maybe
Wondering where to turn? I got it
Come. And be my baby.
I am all aspects of craving
For your mouth, voice, your hair
I am sIlent and starving
I hunger for the sunbeam in your glare.
I should say, your shine could take me anywhere
It feels so right to be up this close in tight wind
Feels right noticing your shiny things everywhere
About you many good things come into relation.
Not enough, I am variations on the word Love
But I will just have to do
Love! Love! Just a word we use to plug
Hold on or let go, of us— there’s the two.
I am again and again,
Even though we know love’s landscape
Reticent gorge, ancient trees, together again
Laying among the flowers, looking skyscape.
I see you walk in beauty
Like the night with starry skies
Like tender light mellowed truly
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
I am comparing you to a beautiful summer day
As beautiful as we can breathe, or eyes can see
Thou art more lovely darling than the buds of May
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
References in order:
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “Sonnet XLIII”
e.e. cummings, “[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]”
Robert Burns, “A Red, Red Rose”
William Butler Yeats, “When You Are Old”
Maya Angelou, “Come, And Be My Baby”
Pablo Neruda, “Love Sonnet XI”
Peter Gizzi, “Lines Depicting Simple Happiness”
Margaret Atwood, “Variations on the word Love”
Rainer Maria Rilke, “[Again and again, even though we know love’s landscape]”
Lord Byron, “She Walks in Beauty”
William Shakespeare, “Sonnet XVIII”