Bookish, Top 7

Top 7 Poems

If you’ve read last Tuesday’s post then you know it’s currently National Poetry Month. To continue on that note, for this month’s top seven I’m sharing seven of my favourite poems.

 

 

Sonnet 14

If thou must love me, let it be for nought

Except for love’s sake only. Do not say

‘I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way

Of speaking gently, . . . for a trick of thought

That falls in well with mine, and certes brought

A sense of pleasant ease on such a day’ –

For these things in themselves, Beloved, may

Be changed, or change for thee – and love, so wrought,

May be unwrought so. Neither love me for

Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry –

A creature might forget to weep, who bore

Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!

But love me for love’s sake, that evermore

Thou mayst love on, through love’s eternity.

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Wallflower

Shrinking in a corner,

pressed into the wall;

do they know I’m present,

am I here at all?

 

Is there a written rule book,

that tells you how to be –

all the right things to talk about –

that everyone has but me?

 

Slowly I am withering –

a flower deprived of sun;

longing to belong to –

somewhere or someone.

~ Lang Leav

 

you tell me

I am not like most girls

and learn to kiss me with your eyes closed

something about the phrase – something about

how I have to be unlike the women

I call sisters in order to be wanted

makes me want to spit your tongue out

like I am supposed to be proud you picked me

as if I should be relieved you think

I am better than them

~ Rupi Kaur

 

Longing

I envy seas whereon he rides,

I envy spokes of wheels

Of chariots that him convey,

I envy speechless hills

That gaze upon his journey;

How easy all can see

What is forbidden utterly

A heavens, unto me!

I envy nests of sparrows

That dot his distant eaves,

The wealthy fly upon his pane,

The happy, happy leaves

That just abroad his window

Have summer’s leaves to be,

The earrings of Pizarro

Could not obtain for me.

I envy light that wakes him,

And bells the boldly ring

To tell him it is noon abroad –

Myself his noon could bring,

Yet interdict my blossom

And abrogate my bee,

Lest noon in everlasting night

Drop Gabriel and me.

~ Emily Dickinson

 

Ebb and Flow

She yearns to learn

how his tide is turned,

to understand

each grain of sand,

he knows.

 

To move in rhythm,

with his ebb and flow.

~ Lang Leav

 

my issue with what they consider beautiful

is their concept of beauty

centers around excluding people

I find hair beautiful

when a woman wears it

like a garden on her skin

that is the definition of beauty

big hooked noses

pointing upward to the sky

like they’re rising

to the occasion

skin the color of earth

my ancestors planted crops on

to feed a lineage of women with

thighs think as tree trunks

eyes like almonds

deeply hooded with convictions

the rivers of punjab

flow through my bloodstream so

don’t tell me my women

aren’t as beautiful

as the ones in

your country

~ Rupi Kaur

 

A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.

W.B. Yeats

 

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