POEMS ABOUT LOVE
IN THE ARMS OF A LOVER
In the arms of a lover
to float, to float
to kiss, to discover
a lot, a lot
The freedom of friendship
the words to express it
to be, to be
The eyes so in love
to see, to see
*Painting by Duy Huynh Dance the Blues
How did I learn
I learned to draw
I learned to walk
I learned to win
I learned to by happy
by allowing myself
to feel my pain.
I’ve become rich
by losing it all,
by being belittled.
I learned to live
by wanting to die.
I learn to persevere,
no matter what,
And how did I learn to love?
That one I’m still learning.
I would lie if I said I did.
As long as there is
the smallest sign
of judgment in me,
the smallest crumb
a trace of unforgiveness,
the smallest waiver
all I have learned is
just the beginning.
©Artpeace Publishing 2002
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
JOHN DONNE (1572-1631)