Sara Teasdale: Old Love and New
Old love, old love,
How can I be true?
Shall I be faithless to myself
Or to you?
Joshua Michael Stewart: The Book of Love
The love my partner and I share is a book we’ve read many times.
Yehoshua November: Notes on Marriage
It was dusk, their home brightly lit.
Through the window,
I glimpsed the gray-haired man lifting his wife
into a dance.
Yehoshua November: Driving Back to College in a Storm
And as I entered the onramp and the highway curved,
I realized I’d forgotten the wayfarer’s prayer.
Michael Simms: Sun Star
After churning all night
I wake to see the sun star
In the window, its perfect
Blossoms full of light
Scott Silsbe: Listening to Music with You
And there’s something about your presence
that changes the music—makes it more,
makes it greater than, enhances it, I guess.
Thomas Brady: No One Can Insult Me Like You
People do die of love. But the beautiful never know what they do.
Jonathan Kaplan: Why is a love poem full of sex in the Bible? Readers have been struggling with the Song of Songs for 2,000 years
Feminist readings have highlighted the female character’s power, autonomy and sensuality. Conservative Christians, meanwhile, often approach the poem as an ideal expression of acceptable love between a husband and wife.
Song of Songs, Canticles 1-8
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys[….]
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Barbara Crooker: Sustenance
It’s hard to remember we swim in an ocean
of great love, so easy to fall into bickering
like little birds at the feeder
Jason Irwin: Afterwards
One a.m., the two of us holding hands, naked
in bed, in a second-floor room in Galway.
Robert Wrigley: By the Edge of that Water
She wandered to him
through a crowd of thousands
before an outdoor concert by the Grateful Dead.
Michael Simms: The Chemistry of Love
Oxytocin and
Dopamine dancing
In the hallways of attachment
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Love is not all
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain, Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and … Continue reading
