POEMS ABOUT LOVE ...

Love

Love means to look at yourself

The way one looks at distant things

For you are only one thing among many.

And whoever sees that way heals his heart,

Without knowing it, from various ills --

A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.

Then he wants to use himself and things

So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.

It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:

Who serves best doesn't always understand.

Czeslaw Milosz

To understand

and to be understood

and yet to be beloved

in spite of understanding

or because of it

is, I suppose,

what we all want.

From "November Sunday" by Elizabeth Brewster"

 

Love is nothing more than a frantic race against time.

From "As a Stranger: Abuja, 1989" by Sylvia Adams

 

I Am Not Yours

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

O plunge me deep in love -- put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.

Sarah Teasdale