The Peasant Declares His Love - by
High-yellow of my heart, with breasts like tangerines,
/ you taste better to me than eggplant stuffed with crab,
/ you are the tripe…
Poems about love from the Scottish Poetry Library online collection.
High-yellow of my heart, with breasts like tangerines,
/ you taste better to me than eggplant stuffed with crab,
/ you are the tripe…
My husband, Nyanken Hne,
/ like galo, waving up Dolokeh’s hills.
/ The storms cannot touch him;
/ they fear him like a wife fears a…
An Iranian professor I know asked me
/ the first time we met, as he’d asked so many
/ students:…
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a puir body
Gang about his biziness!
It is three months since you taught me love can be fun
/ and one since you came to fruit,
/ breasts weighty and…
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
/ Enwrought with golden and silver light,
/ The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
/ Of night…
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
/ And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
/ And slowly read,…
I
/ So, we’ll go no more a-roving
/ So late into the night,
/ Though the heart be still as loving,
/ …
There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
Doun through the sea
/ Continuallie
/ A rain o’ cokkils, shells
/ …
Bright is the ring of words
/ When the right man rings them,
/ Fair the fall of songs
/ …
Whin da laeves an buds o da water-lilies
/ Spread roond da loch der dark-green frill
/ I took my…