When we are old and these rejoicing veins “When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins” by Edna St. □Ī post shared by amanda lovelace on at 4:28pm PDTĢ3. available now & other places that sell books. from my debut & award-winning poetry collection, the princess saves herself in this one.Sometimes I like her swimming in a mirror on the wall Sometimes I like her with camellias, sometimes with a parsley-stalk, More disturbing way when she opens her mouth in the dark I love her one way sometimes I love her another Sometimes, when she makes me pea-soup or plays me Schumann, Sometimes nothing, drained of meaning, null as water. Sometimes she is beauty, sometimes fury, sometimes neither, Or tranced and fixed like South Pole silences Sometimes she moves like rivers, sometimes like trees Sometimes as bruised with shadows as the afternoon. Sometimes she is the colour of lions, of sand in the fire of noon, Like light through an oriel window in a room of yellow wood Sometimes she is like sherry, like the sun through a vessel of glass, Receives me in the questions which you always pose. Harmony of thoughts! I love you as the sunlight leads the prowīest at dawn, when even before I am awake the sun The place where I again think of you, a new When I’m awake, which swims, and also I believe that youĪre trustworthy as the sidewalk which leads me to I think I am bicycling across an Africa of green and white fields The big blue sea, so shiny so deep and so unlike us In the wind, when you’re near, a wind that blows from Kid searches for a goat I am crazier than shirttails Inside a bottle, thank goodness! I love you as a For this we live a thousand years įor this we love, and we live because we love, we are not Through which he saw her head, connecting with That will solve a murder case unsolved for yearsīecause the murderer left it in the snow beside a window I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut “When Love Arrives” by Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye “Queen Anne’s Lace” by William Carlos Williams “I Wanted to Make Myself like the Ravine” by Hannah Gamble “I Wanna Be Yours” by John Cooper Clarkeġ7. There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word. Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,Ī long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest, #My first love poem drivers#Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner, Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky, #My first love poem how to#You taught me how to live without the rain. “Sonnet 116” by William ShakespeareĪ post shared by pavana reddy on at 9:14am PDTġ4. That then I scorn to change my state with kings. (Like to the lark at break of day arisingįrom sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate įor thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,įeatured like him, like him with friends possessed,ĭesiring this man’s art and that man’s scope When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,Īnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, “When a Boy Tells You He Loves You” by Edwin Bodney My need for gloss and grouting which keepsĪs Atlas did the sky. To my brickwork insulates my faulty wiring Which knows what time and weather are doing The money goes which deals with dentistsĪnd postcards to the lonely which upholdsĪnd maintenance is the sensible side of love, Which answers letters which knows the way The milkman which remembers to plant bulbs
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