Bright Star
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
Sometimes a few perfect lines say more than a thousand words. These short love poems are made for quick romantic gestures—a card, a text, a note slipped into a pocket.
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
A glimpse through an interstice caught, Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free. I love you to the sky and back. I love you unconditionally.
Though miles may lie between us, my heart stays close to yours. No distance can diminish what our love forever ensures.
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you;
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange— The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I got a half.
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury!
You are the sun that warms my days, the moon that lights my night. You are the breath within my lungs, my ever-guiding light.
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look at things
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