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Valentine s Day Favouritr Love Poems

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In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2013, 19:54:31 GMT
gille liath says:
You're a quick reader - or did you already know it? :)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2013, 19:53:29 GMT
Ethereal says:
Thank you, it was lovely.

I know Iwas being lazy but if everyone was just going to name author and title I'd not bother to look them up.

Posted on 8 Feb 2013, 19:52:15 GMT
gille liath says:
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.

Posted on 8 Feb 2013, 19:51:05 GMT
Last edited by the author on 8 Feb 2013, 19:51:25 GMT
gille liath says:
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2013, 19:50:11 GMT
gille liath says:
Your wish is my command... :)

In reply to an earlier post on 8 Feb 2013, 18:12:21 GMT
Ethereal says:
Can't you put them up here?

Posted on 7 Feb 2013, 19:49:45 GMT
Last edited by the author on 7 Feb 2013, 19:50:38 GMT
gille liath says:
Song of Wandering Aengus - Yeats. That's proper poetry.

Or at the opposite end of life, John Anderson My Jo - Burns.

Posted on 7 Feb 2013, 19:46:14 GMT
M. Dowden says:
mjlawless, I agree with you, Donne is fantastic. The Flea appealed to me immensely when I first read it years ago, and when his name is ever mentioned I always think of that poem. : )

In reply to an earlier post on 7 Feb 2013, 18:50:32 GMT
mjlawless says:
Donne is fabulous - knotty, intellectual and intensely erotic. I'd probably be a little more conventional thou and choose The Good Morrow, simply because it has some of my favourite lines ever:

Then good morrow to our waking souls,
That watch one another not out of fear,
For love all other love of sights controls
And makes one little room an everywhere...

Posted on 7 Feb 2013, 18:28:18 GMT
M. Dowden says:
I think I would have to plump for John Donne's 'The Flea'.

Posted on 7 Feb 2013, 15:43:51 GMT
Try these The Erotic Poems, Love Laments and Prose Poems of Emy Naso

Posted on 7 Feb 2013, 14:44:39 GMT
Ethereal says:
I like this one because it's different - Forward Book of Poetry 2007

Kate Bingham


I had been looking forward to divorce -
recriminations, therapy and casual sex,
the disentangling of my life from yours

by sympathetic girl solicitors
who blush referring to you as my ex
and practice to avoid their own divorce.

I would have let you keep the chest of drawers
and hung my pants and socks on picture hooks
like bunting. What was mine would not be yours,

I'd cut my hair (too short) make common cause
with spinsters in wine-bars, bandy regrets
or shrug them off; you marry, death or divorce

come next, or so I thought. But love endures -
the mirror in the wardrobe door reflects
your face in mine and mine in yours,

a couple of fond baggy shameless bores
blessed with unmitigated happiness.
At night I wake from dreaming of divorce,
my arms and legs in sweat, tangled with yours.

Posted on 7 Feb 2013, 14:22:36 GMT
Roma says:
Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy

I like this love poem because, instead of the usual romantic images such as hearts and roses, it uses an onion to symbolise the complexities of a relationship. Like an onion, a relationship has many layers and can at times be painful and make you cry. Also an onion has to be unwrapped which suggests it takes time to really know another person. The removal of the onions skin also represents lovers peeling off each other s clothes.

Initial post: 7 Feb 2013, 14:13:10 GMT
Roma says:
Thought it might be a good ides between now at Valentine s Day to share a favourite love poem with others.
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