Love Poems - come on, you knew I would! - NICOLAS CAGE FORUM

Lady Trueheart

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As soon as I read this poem I fell in love with it, for I am a lover of Emily Dickinson too! Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders and laid on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a light forward pull. Then the long white dress, a more complicated matter with mother-of-pearl buttons down the back, so tiny and numerous that it takes forever before my hands can part the fabric, like a swimmer's dividing water, and slip inside. You will want to know that she was standing by an open window in an upstairs bedroom, motionless, a little wide-eyed, looking out at the orchard below, the white dress puddled at her feet on the wide-board, hardwood floor. The complexity of women's undergarments in nineteenth-century America is not to be waved off, and I proceeded like a polar explorer through clips, clasps, and moorings, catches, straps, and whalebone stays, sailing toward the iceberg of her nakedness. Later, I wrote in a notebook it was like riding a swan into the night, but, of course, I cannot tell you everything - the way she closed her eyes to the orchard, how her hair tumbled free of its pins, how there were sudden dashes whenever we spoke. What I can tell you is it was terribly quiet in Amherst that Sabbath afternoon, nothing but a carriage passing the house, a fly buzzing in a windowpane. So I could plainly hear her inhale when I undid the very top hook-and-eye fastener of her corset and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed, the way some readers sigh when they realize that Hope has feathers, that reason is a plank, that life is a loaded gun that looks right at you with a yellow eye. ~ Billy Collins __________________

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Wild Nights Wild nights. Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port Done with the compass Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden. Ah, the sea. Might I but moor Tonight with thee! ~ Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886) __________________

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Of course! I am guessing you mean romantic love, for many of my favourite poems are about universal love, but romantic love is what i will stick to for now! Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; So I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. __________________

Lady Trueheart

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Wow. __________________

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Valentine, The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate: I’d like to find you in the shower And chase the soap for half an hour. I’d like to have you in my power and see your eyes dilate. I’d like to have your back to scour And other parts to lubricate. Sometimes I feel it is my fate To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer. I’d like to successfully guess your weight and win you at a féte. I’d like to offer you a flower. I like the hair upon your shoulders, Falling like water over boulders. I like the shoulders, too: they are essential. Your collar-bones have great potential (I’d like all your particulars in folders marked Confidential). I like your cheeks, I like your nose, I like the way your lips disclose The neat arrangement of your teeth (Half above and half beneath) in rows. I like your eyes, I like their fringes. The way they focus on me gives me twinges. Your upper arms drive me berserk. I like the way your elbows work, on hinges. I like your wrists, I like your glands, I like the fingers on your hands. I’d like to teach them how to count, And certain things we might exchange, Something familiar for something strange. I’d like to give you just the right amount and get some change. I like it when you tilt your cheek up. I like the way you nod and hold a teacup. I like your legs when you unwind them. Even in trousers I don’t mind them. I like each softly-moulded kneecap. I like the little crease behind them. I’d always know, without a recap, where to find them. I like the sculpture of your ears. I like the way your profile disappears Whenever you decide to turn and face me. I’d like to cross two hemispheres and have you chase me. I’d like to smuggle you across frontiers Or sail with you at night into Tangiers. I’d like you to embrace me. I’d like to see you ironing your skirt and cancelling other dates. I’d like to button up your shirt. I like the way your chest inflates. I’d like to soothe you when you’re hurt Or frightened senseless by invertebrates. I’d like you even if you were malign And had a yen for sudden homicide. I’d let you put insecticide into my wine. I’d even like you if you were the Bride of Frankenstein Or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian’s Jekyll and Hyde. I’d even like you as my Julian of Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan. How melodramatic If you were something muttering in attics Like Mrs Rochester or a student of boolean mathematics. You are the end of self-abuse. You are the eternal feminine. I’d like to find a good excuse To call on you and find you in. I’d like to put my hand beneath your chin. And see you grin. I’d like to taste your Charlotte Russe, I’d like to feel my lips upon your skin, I’d like to make you reproduce. I’d like you in my confidence. I’d like to be your second look. I’d like to let you try the French Defence and mate you with my rook. I’d like to be your preference and hence I’d like to be around when you unhook. I’d like to be your only audience, The final name in your appointment book, your future tense. John Fuller -- Edited by Lady Trueheart on Tuesday 8th of February 2011 05:40:22 PM __________________

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For Musia's Grandchildren I write this poem for your grandchildren for they will know of your loveliness only from hearsay, from yellowing photographs spread out on table and sofa for a laugh. When arrogant with the lovely grace you gave their flesh they regard your dear frail body pityingly, your time-dishonoured cheeks pallid and sunken and those hands that I have kissed a thousand times mottled by age and stroking a grey ringlet into place, I want them suddenly to see you as I saw you - beautiful as the first bird at dawn. Dearest love, tell them that I, a crazed poet all his days who made woman his ceaseless study and delight, begged but one boon in this world of mournful beasts that are almost human: to live praising your marvellous eyes mischief could make glisten like winter pools at night or appetite put a fine finish on. Irving Layton -- Edited by Lady Trueheart on Tuesday 8th of February 2011 05:40:00 PM __________________

Lady Trueheart

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e.e. cummings - i carry your heart i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) e e cummings -- Edited by Lady Trueheart on Wednesday 9th of February 2011 04:25:20 AM __________________

Lula Argante

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Loving your new valentine inspired avatar Lady True!! starry

This is more of a spiritual poem, but it is on the theme of Love, which has any different meanings, for me in it's highest form, love is who we are and the essense of all that is, infinite and eternal, the energy that makes the plants grow and our true nature, the warmth of the sun, the ocean and the impetus for the waves to rise and fall, simply because that is their nature, the quality of light in the truth of the heart, simply at rest, being.

We have a thread on Rumi already, he is for me the master of universal love poetry, but another favourite of mine is Tagore an Indian spirituall poet.

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

~ Rabindranath Tagore ~

From Selected Poems, Translated by William Radice

For more spiritual love inspired poetry, check out

http://allspirit.co.uk/

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