Love poems

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  • Reply 21 of 27
    haraldharald Posts: 2,152member
    This is my favourite ever thread.
  • Reply 21 of 27
    hassan i sabbahhassan i sabbah Posts: 3,987member
    My beloved speaks Turkish, and Turkish I do not know;

    How I wish if her tongue would have been in my mouth.



    Khusro, Iran (d. 1325)

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    [ 07-04-2002: Message edited by: Hassan i-Sabbah ]</p>
  • Reply 23 of 27
    ghost_user_nameghost_user_name Posts: 22,667member
    Here's another excerpt:

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    And from out the golden sunshine

    Streaming through my open window,

    Once again doth rise before me

    Radiant her loved image;

    She it is in all her beauty:



    Light as on the wind?s wings hav?ring,

    As a butterfly bright sparkling,

    Wholly light and child of sunshine,

    As of light for light created-

    And behold, those sweet eyes shining,

    Twin doves they and full of silence,

    And from out the pupils, softly

    Shines the light of peace and quiet,

    Light of purity and kindness-

    In the gold radiant sunshine

    Now appear her eyes before me,

    With mute rebuke o?ershadowed,

    And they smite my heart with anguish;

    Softly gazing do they ask me:

    ?Was it, love, ah tell me truly,

    But a dream and false enchantment??

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    CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK

    Excerpt trans. by Bertha Beinkinstadt

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    mika.



    [ 07-04-2002: Message edited by: PC^KILLA ]</p>
  • Reply 24 of 27
    tigerwoods99tigerwoods99 Posts: 2,633member
    Well I could type out the numerous poems I've written for my girl, but where has it gotten me? NO F8CKING WHERE! Besides, the poems suck.
  • Reply 25 of 27
    the installerthe installer Posts: 910member
  • Reply 26 of 27
    sir mac o' the islessir mac o' the isles Posts: 157member
    Thy eyes! Thy eyes! Gadzook! Gadzook!

    Two lust'rous grapes so sweet

    that I fain would suck to taste the bloom

    and put them to my teeth.



    Thy hair! Thy hair! Sirrah! Sirrah!

    Two swathes of rusty bracken

    that, oh, I should kindle ten times to fire

    with passion like a dragon



    Thy voice! Thy toungue Strewth! Strewth! and Strewth!

    Sweet coruscating gravel

    of maledicting curses; sooth!

    the hammer and the anvil.



    But most of all Thy skin! Cor Blimey!

    as fragrant as the petals

    of summer rose so smooth and timely

    I must haste to rub you with nettles.



    Gadzook My Love

    John Donnit 1566 - 1666 (translated by W.H. Oddun)
  • Reply 27 of 27
    hassan i sabbahhassan i sabbah Posts: 3,987member
    Ah, the immortal John Donnit... the work of the Metatarsals has been sorely under-represented in this thread: an excellent choice.



    And my fondest regards to Lady Mac.
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