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Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
/ Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
/ And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
/ Love itself…
Poems about love from the Scottish Poetry Library online collection.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
/ Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
/ And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
/ Love itself…
When the first darkness creeps upon the floor
/ Your comfort filters green into my nostrils,
/ There is no need to ask for…
Today
/ If Eco has his way
/ Only in inverted commas can Valentines say
/ ‘I love you’
/ Which I do
/ It’s true
/ And darling please feel free…
Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,
come on, let us sway together,
under the trees, and to hell with thunder.
suddenly spring –
/ my heart and the river,
/ full to bursting
/ …
Keeping and forgetting time,
/ my pulse to your pulse, rhythm and rhyme
/ …
That I choose you or
/ you choose me to
/ make our lives together is
/ a lie:
/
/ whatever binds us
/ is whatever holds…
Clear as the endless ecstasy of stars
/ That mount for ever on an intense air;
/ …
Tonight I want to offer you
/ this moonlight cupped in a purple
/ flower; this chorus of crickets
/ holding no grudge…
Grandmother, grandmother,
/ Since he left I think only of him
/ And I see him everywhere
/ He gave me a fine silver brooch
/ And when…
Maybe love is a walk to astonishment.
/ Or a ship stranded on the shore of oblivion.
/ The infinity in the atom,
/ the treasures…
The rain was sliverin on the windae pane
/ when you gaed oot tae pick strawberries,
/ reid pockit moons, for the denner…