Poetry and Love

From A-level English Lit. classes, I came to love poetry; these poems in particular:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

— William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad?
In one of the tenses I am singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La la la la.
See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills
I would have to cross to reach you,

For I am in love with you and this
is what it is like or what it is like in words.

— Carol Ann Duffy, (1955- )

About being in love …

We’re both looking for something we’ve been afraid to find;
It’s easier to be broken, it’s easier to hide

Looking at you, holding my breath;
For once in my life I’m scared to death.
I’m taking a chance letting you inside:

I’m feeling alive all over again,
as deep as a sky under my skin;
like being in love, she said, for the first time.
Maybe I’m wrong, I’m feeling right
where I belong with you tonight;
like being in love, she said for the first time.

The world that I see inside you waiting to come to life;
waking me up to dreaming, reality in your eyes.

Looking at you, holding my breath;
for once in my life I’m scared to death.
I’m taking a chance letting you inside:

I’m feeling alive all over again,
as deep as a sky under my skin;
like being in love, she said, for the first time.
Maybe I’m wrong, I’m feeling right
where I belong with you tonight;
like being in love, she said for the first time.

We’re crashing into the unknown;
we’re lost in this, but it feels like home.

I’m feeling alive all over again,
as deep as a sky under my skin;
like being in love, she said, for the first time.
Maybe I’m wrong, I’m feeling right
where I belong with you tonight;
like being in love, she said for the first time.

Like being in love, she said for the first time;
like being in love, to feel for the first time …

— “The First Time”, Lifehouse

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