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ART&LOVE
An
Illustrated
Anthology
of Love Poetry
SELECTED
Kate
AND INTRODUCED BY
Farrell
Romantic
love, family love, platonic love, lost
love, ideal love, troubled love.
Throughout
the ages great poets have written about the
many
picted
sides of love
its
and great
power and beauty.
artists
have de-
Now love poetry
and treasures from The Metropolitan

of Art have been united in this elegant
anthology.
Andrew
The
Museum
new
results are inspired.
Marvell's "To His
Coy Mistress"
is
paired with the deliciously provocative paint-
The Stolen Kiss by Jean Honore Fragonard,

Maya Angelou's "Come, And Be My Baby"
ing
accompanies Romare Bearden's collage The

Block, and T. S. Eliot's tender "A Dedication
to
My Wife" appears alongside an ethereal
painting by Odilon Redon.
More than 150
poets are represented, including Carl Sandburg,
William Shakespeare, Lord Byron, Tu Fu,
140 color illustrations
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ART & LOVE

An
Illustrated
Anthology of Love Poetry
ART & LOVE

An Illustrated Anthology of Love Poetry
Selected
and Introduced
fey
KATE FARRELL
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
New York
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AND MY CHILDREN
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Farrell
with love and gratitude
CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
11
My-ness
czeslaw milosz
My-ness
My
No Name
Baby Has
Seventeen Months
Rocking
My Child
po
Children
Child
kim nam-jo
Yet
carl sandburg
gabriela mistral
chl'-i
Something Else Again
Is
14
None of Us Are As Young
14
Sonnet
16
You Playmates of Mine
Infancy
carlos drummond de andrade

pablo neruda
For Thee, Little Boy
virgil
rafael alberti
For Aitana
To
My
In
Memory
Sister
william wordsworth
My Mother
Patrick kavanagh
Cx'lebration for George Sarton
Energy
may sarton
Raymond carver
At the
19
Hearing That His Friend Was Coming Back

from the War wang chien
End of Spring
XXX
william Shakespeare
Sonnet
Bars
21
After Drinking All Night with a Friend,
Out
23
Boat
at
Poem
Dawn
See
robert bly
The lelephone
35
36
Who Can
We Co
Write
38
Robert frost
39
24
25
ToL.R-M
27
Poem
Elizabeth bishop
NOEL COWARD
41
41
FRANK OHARA
42
28
Autumn
Parting
30
century
to
33
36
NICOLAS guillen
in a
32
34
19
Oath of Friendship
1ST
rudyard kipling
po chu-i
20
Lhe North Coast
Oath of Friendship
anonymous, china,
30
rainer maria rilke
The Thousandth Man
Letter to N.Y.
of
30
16
22
charlotte bronte
auden
dante alighieri
the Best
Fiome-Sickness
h.
17
YEHUDA AMICHAI
Our Child
vv.
B.C.
Leaves
gary snyder
42
james schuyler
43
taniguchi buson
The Meeting of the Waters
43
thomas moore
44
Go, Lovely Rose

EDMUND WALLER
Song
anonymous, English
To His Love
I
Hid
My
john glare
Love
The Unknown
You
Who
If
I
edward thomas
Have Loved Hours
in the Fall
at
sara teasdale
Sea
goventry patmore
Kiss
pergy bysshe shelley
Love's Philosophy
The Garden
Come, And Be
Not
50
jacques prevert
Me
Let
O Blush
So!
My
Not
So!
john keats
maya ancjelou
Baby
Count
65
66
Ways
Sonnet XLIII, from the Portuguese

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
52
Madrigal
53
54
56
56
anonymous, English,
68
69
17th gentury
The Two Uses
Robert frangis
To Laura
petrargh
Eve Speaks
to
Adam
69
70
john milton
One Day Wrote Her Name

EDMUND SPENSER
I
ujxju the Strand
71
72
57
william shakespeare
Sonnet XVIII
Recipe for Happiness Khabarovsk or Anyplace
the
51
emily digkinson 52
andrew marvell
To His Coy Mistress
The
rainer maria rilke
william carlos williams
You Were Coming
47
49
Never Arrived
Love Song
O Blush
48
RUPERT BROOKE
Song
46
73
57
Where Does This Tenderness Come From?
lawrenge ferlinghetti
74
MARINA TSVETAYEVA
The
Passionate Shepherd to His Love
58
Song: To Celia
GHRISTOPHER MARLOWE
The Nymph's Reply to

SIR WALTER RALEGH
Gray Room
the Shepherd
Him
to
Me
Cloths of Heaven
Robert burns
Red, Red Rose
Juliet
HILAIRE BELLOG
63
Personal
Is It a
Girl
Column
Month
sir
john betjeman
basil bunting
john synge
63
me
77
tell
Very Valentine
this
Gertrude stein
somewhere have never

E.E.
76
77
GUMMINGS
The Olympic
76
Jonathan swift
your birthday comes to

E.E.
62
Birth-Day
75
75
61
owen barlield
plato
william butler yeats
WILLIAM BU LER YEATS

Sonnet
74
lord byron
A Drinking Song
Stella's
for the
ben jonson
Beauty
60
anna AKHMATOVA
He Wishes
in
Love Poem
Wallace stevens
Everything Promised
59
She Walks
travelled
78
78
GUMMINGS
64
Portrait of a
64
Variation
Lady
william garlos williams
federigo garcia lorca
80
81
Want
Breathe
to
james laughlin
For an Amorous Lady
Theodore roethke
paul eluard
Lady Love
The Confirmation
Softly
82
Mirabeau Bridge
101
guillaume apollinaire
102
82
KENNETH KOCH
To You
JOHN WHITE
81
83
edwin muir
He Still Looked in My Eyes
Yesterday
84
He
Yesterday
Looked
Still
in
My
Eyes
104
marina tsvetayeva
The Mess of Love

The Mess of Love
d. h.
Am No Good at Love
Can't Hold You and
86
noel coward
87
Can't Leave You
88
Street in
Gazing
at
antonio machado ruiz
89
mew
89
You So Tenderly
90
charlotte
Rooms
She's
Shadow
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN
My Woman catullus
When Love Fhes In walter de la mare
When Was One-and-Twenty a. e. housman
I
JOHN DONNE
Song
wearing the collar
The
90
90
charles bukowski
Souvenirs
anna swir
Chance
h. d.
kenneth rexroth
Loneliness
The More Loving One

3 Little
Only
Act on
Love
Knew
"
It
Is a
The
Swear
ire
Her Beauty
It
Tu fu
Was
108
anonymous,
109
Rejected Wife
anonymous, china
Do Not Look
for
Love That
109
1
Is a
Dream
10
1 1
CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
mary Ursula bethell
The Impulse
Walked
Past a
112
Robert frost
House Where
113
I
Lived
Once
14
YEHUDA AMICHAI
95
A Rant
97
97
The Night Has
frank o'hara
Spring Night in Shokoku-ji

a
114
gary snyder
Thousand lês
116
1
16
FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON
When Will Thou Blow

ANONYMOUS, ENGLISH, 16tH CENTURY
Western Wind,
117
Would
PAUL GOODMAN
I
106
107
The Spring and the Fall

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
93
99
105
CHIPPEWA INDIAN
Response
98
james laughlin
the Truth,
Secret Feeding
ENGLISH
auden
ron padcett
Poems
Crystal Palace Market

"If
w. h.
in
I
94
(hilda doolittle)
anonymous,
the Air
Dudley randall
A Loon Thought
Parting
in
IRISH
91
92
up
Stars Stand
Alone
JUANA INES DELA CRUZ
The
john dryden
Farewell Ungrateful Traitor
lawrence
anonymous,
100
When
101
Joys
Rain
You Are Old
That Sting
c.
william butler yeats

s.
lewis
Margaret newlin
117
118
118
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
To
Sometimes with One

Past
One O'Clock
Lament
Love
walt whitman
vladimir mayakovsky
pindar
Love
120
Such Different Wants
120
For the
Listen, Will You Learn to
Me
Hear
from Afar
ROBERT browning
120
122
JULES SUPERVIELLE
Moment
138
Robert bly
138
pierre reverdy
The Double Bubble

The Old Words
kate farrell
of Infinity
david
139
wagoner
141
ROBERT creeley
Old Song
140
141
Unending Love
rabindranath tagore
Give All
Love
142
The Marriage of True Minds

Sonnet
To
CXVI
william shakespeare
124
124
My
Dear and Loving Husband

ANNE BRADSTREET
Give All
Conquer All the Earth

ANONYMOUS, ANCIENT INDIA
Although
126
jalal-ud-din rumi
Let's Live
Really
126
catullus
Live!
Anniversary on the Island
w.
s.
128
merwin
She Was
a Phantom of Delight
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Dedication to
Now
My Wife
129
130
eliot
Now
the
White
Woman
jorge luis borges
Her Bath
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
Portrait of a
The Garret
Natural History
Fall of the
at
ezra pound
Love Recognized
Robert penn warren

e. b.
Evening Star
Men
147
148
What There
Is
148
Love Poem
Kathleen raine
In Love for
kenneth patchen
The Woman
in
white
kenneth patchen
What
carl sandburg
Robert herrick
Love Lives Beyond the

Lines
152
Wallace stevens
Sunshine
It Is
150
edwin muir
Long
132
134
146
WILLIAM BLAKE
131
132
144
lucretius
Answer to a Child's Question

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
Love
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
Amorous Anticipation
ralph waldo emerson
Love
Solo for Saturday Night Guitar
t. s.
Sleeps the Crimson Petal,
126
to
Darlingof God and
Song
juan ramon jimenez
the song of solomon
Song of Songs
Quatrain
So
125
Galante Garden:
to
125
Tomb
Would
JOHN KEATS
Late Fragment
156
157
Were
Stedfast as
Thou
Art
Raymond carver
Once More,
135
136
The World Was Warm and White When

I Was Born
delmore Schwartz
136
Love Tells Us
Round
Theodore roethke
Who We Are
donald
158
159
134
the
154
156
john glare
thomas hardy
Bright Star,
152
t.
159
160
sanders
161
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
162
CREDITS
16^
INDEX OF ARTISTS
70
INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES
171
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
174
TRANSLATORS
176
lO
INTRODUCTION
'A,
,t
a poet,
the touch of love, everyone becomes
wonderful
wrote Plato almost 2,400 years ago, sum-
ming up the natural
between love and
affinity
diversity.
old favorites
poetry and alluding to the power of both: Love
There
is
many
poetry from
times and places; light- and heavy-hearted poems;
and surprises; poems with
sorts
all
of moods, outlooks, and styles.
can turn ordinary people into poets, and poetry

can help people clarify
many
love's
mysteries.
The connection between
book of love poetry illustrated with works from

the splendid collections of
seum
The
of Art seems a perfect
Metropolitan
way
to
Mu-
show what
Raymond
great inspiration love, through the ages, has
been
to the arts. It
is
chance
to
show,
too,
how
poem and
work of
literal.
The
mysterious force that animates Henri Matisse's

Icarus resembles that
more often imaginative than
art is
Carver's
which flows through
poem "Energy.
"
Claude Mo-
net's misty, self-reflective Poplars accentuates
mood
eloquently poetry and the other arts reflect the
the
important part that love plays in our
Federico Garcia Lorca and James Laughlin that
lives.
of tender longing in the
appear alongside
In putting this book together,
and then found works of
first
illuminate
and
them
in
art that
many
seemed
picked poems that
and thought others would
looked at
chose the poems
pair a
from
to
some way. Given limited space
limitless possibilities,
liked
sides of love
like,
poems
that
and showed poetry's
At times,
17th-century
its
poem
match
Memisabu and
to
it
seemed
Anne
Bradstreet's
her husband, for example,
in a statue of the
his wife,
4,000 years ago.
fitting to
culture with a work of art
a very different one.
found
[11]
it.
poem from one
poems by
who
Egyptian
lived
more than
The poems
title
fell
of each section
introduces
it.
The
naturally into eight seetions.

is
taken from the
There are poems about
poem
that
familial love
of True Minds), and the final section contains
poems about
love as an idea
and
ideal {Give All
to Love).
(My-ness); friendship {Oath of Friendship); the
quest for romantic love {Go, Lovely Rose); and
poems
that praise the beloved's beauty, inner
outer {Let
Me
Count
the Ways).
The Mess of Love) and of

and parting {Yesterday He Still Looked in
speak of troubled love

lost love
My
and
Other poems
Eyes). Naturally,
brate the
many
of the
harmony of mature
love
poems
cele-
This collection
is
a small
bouquet gathered from
a vast, richly varied garden,
us
all.
The
arts challenge
one that belongs
and console
us,
lift
to
our
standards and deepen our thinking, enliven our
days and inspire our
lives.
hope
this
book
encourages further exploration of the garden.
{The Marriage
huite Farrell
My-ness
MY-NESS
"My parents, my husband, my brother, my
I am hstening in a cafeteria at breakfast.
The women's
voices rustle,
fulfill
delight in being here on earth
For one more moment, with them, here on earth,
To
1895.
celebrate our tiny, tiny my-ness.
MY BABY HAS NO NAME YET

My baby has
like a
Polisli, b.
no name
yet;
new-born chick or
my baby
CzESLAW MiLOSZ,
ca.
themselves
glance sidelong at their moving lips
And
Merritt Chase, American,
1849 1916. Oil on canvas,

sister.
In a ritual no doubt necessary.

I
For the Little One. William
not
is
named
puppy,
yet.
1911
What numberless texts I examined

at dawn and night and evening over again!
But not one character did
which
is
find
as lovely as the child.
Starry field of the sky,

or heap of pearls in the depth.
Where can
My baby
like
name be
the
has no
name
found,
I?
yet;
an unnamed bluebird or white Bowers
from the farthest land for the

I
how can
first,
have no name for this baby of ours.

Kim
Nam
The Abraham
jo, Korean,
b.
1927
Pixler Family. American,
Ink and watercolor on paper.
ca.
1815.

SEVENTEEN MONTHS
"Spoon"
for
handled,
This
girl
No for
child speaks Hve words.
no and no
no or
for yes, "no" for either
for
and
let
tools,
to
be
paraphernalia of
and convenience are spoons.
utility
the Government and the one force of majesty

and intelligence obeying the call of pity, hunger,
wheat or oats or corn or barley
or any food taken with a spoon.
"Go way"
instruments,
Mama is her only epithet and synonym for God and
yes.
'Teewee"
spoon or cup or anything

all
mama, mama, mama.
pain, cold, dark
as an edict to keep your distance
Carl Sandburg,
American, 1878-1967
her determinations operate.
ROCKING MY CHILD
rhe sea
is
its
millions of waves
rocking, divine,
hearing the loving seas,
Im
rocking
my
child.
The wandering wind

is
in the night
rocking the fields of wheat,
hearing the loving winds,

I
God
is
rocking
my
child.
the father his thousands of worlds
rocking without a sound.
Feeling his hand in the shadows,

I'm rocking
my
child.
Gabriela Mistral,
Chilean, 1889-1957
Midnight: Mother and Sleepy Child

Ja|xinesc,
(.
175^-1806. Wooclhloek print
iistoms of
Women
in the
Kitai;a\\a Litamaro,
in colors
Twelre Hours, 1790.
From
CHILDREN
My
nephew, who
is
six years old, is called
"Tortoise";
My daughter of three
One is beginning
The other can already
little
"Summer
to learn to joke
recite
and
poems and
At morning they play clinging about

At night they sleep pillowed against
Dress.
talk;
songs.
my feet;
my dress.
Why, children, did you reach the world so late.

Coming to me just when my years are spent?
Young things draw our feelings to them;
Old people
The
The
And
easily give their hearts.
sweetest vintage at
full
moon
so with
in the
men
last
turns sour;
end begins
to
wane.
the bonds of love and affection
Soon may change to a load of sorrow and care.

But all the world is bound by love's ties;
Why did
think that
alone should escape?
Po Chu-i, Chinese, 772-846
The Lacemaker
(detail).
Nicolaes Maes, Dutch
(1634-1693). Oil on canvas.
17.
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A CHILD IS SOMETHING ELSE
AGAIN
INFANCY
My father got on
A child is
something else again. Wakes up
in the afternoon
and
in
an instant he's
full
of words,
in
an instant he's humming,
an instant warm,
in
instant light, instant darkness.
his horse
and went
to the
field.
My mother stayed sitting and

My little brother slept.
A
I
small boy alone under the
sewing.
mango
trees,
read the story of Robinson Crusoe,
the long story that never comes to an end.
A child is Job.
bets on
They've already placed their
At noon, white with
him
but he doesn't
for pleasure.
know
He
it.
scratches his body
Nothing hurts
"Thank you when the Lord has given,

welcome when the Lord has
"
to say "You're
had
lullabies long ago in the slave-quarters
yet.
and never
They're training him to be a polite Job,

to say
light, a voice that
learned
"
forgot
called us for coffee.
Coffee blacker than the black old
woman
delicious coffee
taken away.
good coffee.
A child is vengeance.
A child is a missile into the coming generations.
I launched him: Lm still trembling.
My mother stayed
Shh
A child is
something else again: on
a rainy
spring day
glimpsing the Garden of Eden through the
kissing
him
and sewing
don't
wake the
boy.
She stopped the cradle when

had lit
and gave
Away
fence,
sitting
watching me:
a sigh
off there
my
how
mosquito
deep!
father
went riding
through the farm's endless wastes.
in his sleep,
hearing footsteps in the wet pine needles.
A child delivers
And
you from death.
was
Child, Garden, Rain, Fate.
Yehuda Amichai,
Israeli, b.
didn't
know
that
my
prettier than that of
story
Robinson Crusoe.
Carlos Drummond de Andrade,
1924
'9]
Brazilian,
b.
1902
OUR CHILD
Besides the wintry water
she and
Oh child,
do you know, do you know

where you come from?
From
a lake
with white and hungry sea
Hummingbird and
gulls.
Passionflowers
built
wearing away our lips

from kissing each other's souls,
throwing everything into the fire,
burning up our fife.
This
is
(detail)
Martin Johnson Headc, American, 1819-1904.

Oil on canvas.
a red bonfire
the
way you
arrived in the world.
But
in order to see
me
and
in order to see
you one day
she crossed over the seas
and
in order to
embrace
her small waist

I
walked the whole earth,
with wars and mountains,

with sand and spines.
This
is
the
way you
arrived in the world.
From so many places you come,

from the water and from the earth,
from the fire and from the snow,
from so
far
away you walk
toward the two of us,
from the terrible love

that has enchained us,
we want to know
what you are like, what you say
because you know more
so
about the world than

Like a great storm
the two of us shake
we
to us,
gave you.
the tree of
down
to
life
the most hidden
fibers of its roots
and you appear now,

singing in the leaves,
on the highest branch
we reached with
you.
Pablo Neruda,
Chilean, 1904-1973
FOR THEE, LITTLE BOY

From Eclogue
For thee, httle boy,
will the earth
pour forth
gifts
All untilled, gi\e thee gifts

First the
Then
wandering
Uncalled the goats
No longer
and foxglove
\\ ill
come home with
need the herds fear the
Thy cradle
The
The
ivy
colocasia and the laughing acanthus
itself will
their milk
lion
bloom with sweet flowers
serpent will die

ix)ison plant
\\ ill
wither
Assyrian herbs will spring up everywhere
And when thou art old enough

And of thy father s great deeds
Old enough
Then
will
heroes
understand the meaning of courage
will the plain
Grapes
Hard
to
to read of
grow yellow w ith
grow on brambles
old oaks drip honey.

\
Don Manuel
Osorio Manrique de Zuniga (1784-1792)
Francisco Goya, Spanish. 1-46- 1828. Oil on canvas.
ripe grain
IRGIL. Roman. -019 B.C.
[21
-i
^-
FOR AITANA
(9th of August, 1956)
Aitana,
to give
my
child. Springtime
bows
you fifteen small and delicate flowers.
You are
fashioned from
still
air,
and
all
your
things
tI5
:9'->"-v..
,i^''^\
still
seem charmed by
Aitana,
my
child,
how
a fragile light.
wish
could
make
the fairest winds blow forever for you,
and that
'^
^^'
could
comb more
lights
and
smooth out more roses

on your young wings of messenger breeze.
Aitana,
like air
<^'
my
child, since you are air
and are
and you soar off on the wind when
you wish,
happy, hushed and blind and alone in your
though
I'd
open new skies
bliss,
your wings,
to
don't forget that even the air can lose
its
leaves
in a flash,
the
air,
dear child Aitana, Aitana,
Rafael Alberti,
V^
Spring. Detail oF an cmbroiclcrc'd

ca.
h'-mmyr'
Spanish,
b.
my
child.
1902
hanînij.
rcnch,
i6H^. Silk, wool, and siKor threat) on canvas.
HOME-SICKNESS
Of College am
I
tired;
Far from the pompous
wish
Oh.
be at home,
to
tutor's voice,
and the hated
school-boy's groan.
I
wish that
That
slate
I
wish
and
had freedom
walk about
to
at will;
my Greek and
quill.
not suit me:
it's
cold and full of
snow;
So different from black Africa's warm, sunny,
genial glow.
I'm shivering in the day-time, and shivering
all
the night:
I'm called poor, startled, withered wretch, and
miserable wight!
And oh! miss my brother, miss his gentle smile

Which used so many long dark hours of sorrow to
I
beguile.
miss
my dearest
mother;
Aught half so mild
as she
now no
longer find
was, so careful and
kind.
Soap Bubbles. Thomas Couture, French, 1815-1879.

Oil on canvas.
father's,
all
my noble father's arms

me
wickedness, and keep
hear his voice no longer;
me in my misery:
see no
to
so
more
his eye
whom now shall
Charlotte Bronte, Enghsh,
my kitten, to hear my ape rejoice,

to my nightingale's or parrot's lovely voice.
And England does
my
from harms.
Smile on
to see
To listen
have not
safe
no more was troubled by
To guard me from
1816-1855
fly?
Edward
will
come with
you;
and,
pray,
Put on with speed your woodland dress;
And
bring no book: for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
No joyless
Our
forms shall regulate
living calendar:
We from
to-day,
my
The opening of the

Love,
now
From
From
heart to heart
the
first
mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than
The
before,
redbreast sings from the
That stands beside our

is
is
stealing.
earth to man, from
It is
man
to earth:
the hour of feeling.
tall
larch
Some silent laws our heart will make.

Which they shall long obey:
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.
door.
And from
There
a universal birth.
One moment now may give us more

Than years of toiling reason:
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.
TO MY SISTER
It is
Friend, will date

year.
the blessed power that rolls
About, below, above,
a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield.

To the bare trees, and mountains bare.
And grass in the green field.
We'll frame the measure of our souls:
They
shall be
tuned
to love.
Then come, my Sister! come, pray.

With speed put on your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
I
My sister! ('tis a wish of mine)

Now that our morning meal is done,
Make haste, your morning task
Come forth and feel the sun.
resign;
We'll give to idleness.
William Wordsworth,
English, 1770-1850
The Flowering Orchard.

Vincent van Gogh, Dutch,
1853-1890. Oil on canvas,
li
Interior with Figure Sewing.
Edouard Vuillard, French,

1 868940. Oil on panel, 1896.
1
IN
MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
You
will
We will be choked with
have the road gate open, the front
The
door ajar
The
kettle boiling and a table set

By the window looking out at the sycamores
And your
Life too rich

All
nettles,
docks and thistles
am coming though send no word

who could tell
A man's thoughts my thoughts though I hid themThrough you I knew Woman and did not fear her
You
me coming up among the poplar trees.

You'll know my breathing and my walk
it
the
answering the prodigal's prayer.
loving heart lying in wait
will be a
summer evening on
will
know
For you were lover
For
And
the grief of things growing,
silence of dark-green air
those roads
Lonely with leaves of thought.
spell.
Patrick Kavanagh,
[25
Irish,
1904-1967
A CELEBRATION FOR
GEORGE SARTON
I
never saw
never saw
His
my
my
father old;
stride, staccato vital,
His talk struck from pure metal
Simple as gold, and all his learning

Only to light a passion's burning.
So, beaming like a lesser god.
He bounced upon the earth he trod.
And
At
people marveled on the street
this stout
man's impetuous
never saw my father passive;

He was electrically massive.
He never hurried, so he said.
And yet a fire burned in his head;
He worked as poets work, for love.
And gathered in a world alive.
I
father cold.
feet.
While black and white above
An
Arabic inscription flowed
nameof God.
Like singing: "In the
Loved donkeys, children, awkward ducks,
And when he died, he
Loved
His death was like a
to retell old
simple jokes;
Lived in a world of innocence
He went
Where
Still
loneliness could be intense;
his door
Spoke Mystery, the avatar
out
when
"
died so swift
final gift.
the ride was
full,
undiminished, bountiful;
Wrote letters until very late,

Found comfort in an orange cat
Rufus and George exchanged no word.
But while George worked his Rufus purred.
And neighbors looked up at his light.
The scholar and the gentle soul.

The passion and the life were whole.
And now death's wake is only praise,
As when a neighbor writes and says:
"I did not know your father, but
Warmed
His light was there.
"
by the scholar working
late.
May Sarton,
Portrait of a
Man, Probably Lucas van Uffele
(1583? 1637). Anthony van Dyck, Flemish, 1599 1641.

Oil on canvas.
27
miss the
American,
b.
light.
1912
ENERGY
my daughter's,
her best to tell me
Last night at
she did
what went wrong

between her mother and me.
near Blaine,
"Energy. You two's energy was
She looks
like
Moves the
drift of hair
to the filter in three
this visit
is
would be
down
draws,
to sleep.
To wake
thought
Wrong.
Those years
easy.
hard, brother.
spilling over into
her mother.
like
take a cigarette
just like her mother.
This
young.
like her.
from her forehead,
Can
my
sleep
light in the
to
when
to find a
cigarettes in the ashtray
pretend
wrong.
her mother
when her mother was

Laughs
"
all
try
thousand
and every
house burning.
can't
understand anything:
today ril be carried

three thousand miles away into
the loving arms of another
woman, not
her mother. No. She's caught

in the flywheel of a
I
turn off the
new
love.
last light
and close the door.

Moving toward whatever ancient thing
it is that works the chains
and pulls us
so relentlessly on.
Raymond Carver,
American, 1938 1988
Icarus. Henri Matisse, French, 1869-19^4- Poclioir from

Jazz, published by Tcriade, Paris, 1947.
Oath of
Friendship
OATH OF FRIENDSHIP
SONNET
Shangya!
Guido,
want
to
For ever and ever without break or decay.
When
And
the hills are
the rivers are
wish that you and Lapo and
Were carried off by magic

And put in a boat, which, every time there was wind.
Would sail on the ocean exactly where we wanted.
be your friend
all flat
all dry,
When it lightens and thunders in winter,

When it rains and snows in summer,
When Heaven and Earth mingle
Wouldn't be able
Not
We would want more and more to be together.
till
then will
Anonymous,
In this
And I wish
part from you.
China,
ist
way storms and other dangerous weather

to harm us
that, since
we
all
were of one mind,
And I wish that Vanna and Lagia too

And the girl whose name on the list is number
century B.C.
thirty
Were put
in the boat
by the magician too
And that we all did nothing but talk about love

And wish that they were just as glad to be there
NONE OF US ARE AS YOUNG
As
None of us are as young

as we were. So what?
believe the three of us
Dante Alighieri,
would
Italian,
be.
1265-1321
Friendship never ages.

W. H. Auden, American
(b. lin^jancl),
1907-1973
Fantastic Landscape. I'rancesco (Juardi,

171 2-1 793. Oil on canvas.
.^
Italian (Venetian)
YOU PLAYMATES OF MINE

You playmates of mine
the
in the scattered parks of
city,
small friends from a childhood of long ago:
how we found and
one another, hesitantly,
liked
and, like the lamb with the talking scroll,
When we were
spoke with our silence.
filled
with
joy
it
belonged
And how
it
to
no one:
dissolved
was simply
it
among all
there.
the adults
who
passed by
and
in the fears of the endless year.
Wheels
we
rolled past us,
stood and stared at the
carriages;
houses surrounded us,
solid but
untrue
and
none
of them ever
knew
What
us.
in that
world was
real?
Nothing. Only the
Boy Blowing
Their magnificent arches.
balls.
Not even the children

But sometimes one,
oh a vanishing one, stepped under the plummeting
Bubbles. Jean Baptiste Simeon Charclin,
Ircnch, 1699-1779. Oil on canvas.

ball.
(In
memoriam Egon von
Rilke)
Rainer Maria Rilke,
3^
Austrian, 1875-1926
THE THOUSANDTH MAN

One man
in a
thousand, Solomon says,
Will stick more close than a brother.
And
If
its
In season or out of season.
worth while seeking him half your days
you find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what
the world sees in you.
But the Thousandth
With
Man
will stand your friend
Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of em go

By your looks, or your acts, or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him,
rest of the
world don't matter;
For the Thousandth
With you
in
You can use
Man
will sink or
swim
any water.
his purse with
no more
talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings.

And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of them call
For silver and gold in their dealings;
But the Thousandth Man he's worth em all.
Because you can show him your feelings.
The
Studio. Winslow Homer, American, 1836-1910.
Stand up and back
it
in all
men's sight
With that for your only reason!

Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide
The shame or mocking or laughter.
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your
To the gallows-foot and after!
the whole round world agin you.
Will settle the finding for ee.
The
His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right.
RuDYARD Kipling,
English, 1865-1936
side
AT THE END OF SPRING

To
Yiian
The
Chen
(a.d. 8io)
flower of the pear-tree gathers and turns to
If the
fruit;
The
swallows' eggs have hatched into young birds.
When
What
It
It
the Seasons' changes thus confront the
me
to
watch the days and months
Without grieving that Youth
slips
World
is
but a long dream.
But ever since the day that
my
is
young or
friend left
side
And
fly
There is one wish I cannot quite destroy:

That from time to time we may chance to meet
away;
has lived an exile in the City of Chiang-ling,
again.
Po Chu-i, Chinese, 772-846
it^^^^
'v4t
^'
,^.vfS.i-
.,v^.,,^'S>,
<^,
r'^V
old.
my
mind
comfort can the Doctrine of Tao give?
will teach
Fleeting
does not matter whether one
-'-':-
^.
jK-/^:-'
HEARING THAT HIS FRIEND WAS

COMING BACK FROM THE WAR
In old days those
who went
to fight
In three years had one year's leave.
But
in this
They must
Wang
Hsi-chih Watching Geese. Ch
Chinese,
ca.
soldiers are never changed;
go on fighting
till
they die on the
battlefield.
icn Hsiian,
1235-after 1301. Handscroll in ink, color,
and gold on paper.
war the
thought of you, so weak and indolent,
Hopelessly trying to learn to march and
drill.
That a young man should ever come home again

Seemed about as likely as that the sky should fall.
Since I got the news that you were coming back.
Twice I have mounted to the high wall of your
home.
found your brother mending your horse's stall;

found your mother sewing your new clothes.
am
Yet
half afraid; perhaps
it is
not true;
never weary of watching for you on the road.
Each day I go out at the City Gate

With a flask of wine, lest you should come
Oh
that
thirsty.
could shrink the surface of the World,
So that suddenly
might find you standing
side!
Wang Chien,
Chinese, 756-835
at
my
"
SONNET XXX
When
BARS
to the sessions of
sweet silent thought,
summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time s
Then can I drown an eye (unus'd to flow)
For precious friends hid
And weep afresh love's long-since cancell'd woe,

And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan.
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
I
But
if
the while
think on thee (dear friend)
and sorrows end.
William Shakespeare,
love bars
and taverns
where people
waste:
in death's dateless night.
All losses are restor'd,
beside the sea,
English, 1564-1616
talk
and drink
just to drink and talk.
Where Joe Nobody comes
in
and asks
for
his drink straight,
and there are Joe Brawl and Joe Blade

and Joe Blow and even Simple Joe,
just plain old Joe.
There white waves

break in friendship;
a friendship of the people, without rhetoric,
wave of "hello! and 'how are you doing?

There it smells offish,
of mangrove, of rum, of salt
and of a sweaty shirt put in the sun to dry.
a
"
Look
(in
me
up, brother, and you'll find
Havana,
me
in Oporto,
in Jacmel, in
Shanghai)
with plain folk
who just
to
drink and talk
people the bars and taverns

beside the sea.
Nicolas Guillen, Cuban,
Dr. Emanuel Lasker and

His Brother. Frank Eugene,
b.
1902
The Smokers.
Adriaen Brouwer,
American, 1865- 1936.
Flemish, i6o6(?)-i638.
Platinum
Oil on wood, ca. 1636.
print, 1907.
-v*^>
^ys^^îmSi'-
AFTER DRINKING ALL NIGHT WITH A FRIEND, WE GO OUT IN A BOAT

AT DAWN TO SEE WHO CAN WRITE THE BEST POEM
These
pines, these
fall
This morning
oaks, these rocks,
This water dark and touched by wind

I am like you, you dark boat,
Drifting over water fed by cool springs.
sense
my
also, drifting in the
hands, and
Drifting, as
all
my
dawn wind,
shoes, and this ink
of this body drifts.
Above the clouds of the
flesh
and the stone.
Beneath the waters, since I was a boy,

I have dreamt of strange and dark treasures.
A few friendships,
Not of gold, or strange
A few oars weathered by the snow and the heat,

So we drift toward shore, over cold waters,
No longer caring if we drift or go straight.
Gift,
few dawns,
few glimpses
of grass,
stones, but the true

beneath the pale lakes of Minnesota.
Robert
3H
Bly, American,
b.
1926
Lake George. John
Frederick Kensett, American,
1816-1S72. Oil on canvas, 1869.
THE TELEPHONE
"When I was just
From here
as far as
could walk
today,
There was an hour

All
still
When
I
leaning
heard you
Don't say
my head
against a flower
talk.
didn
for
t,
heard you say
You spoke from that flower on the windowsill
Do you remember what

"First
tell
it
me what it was
was you said?"

you thought you heard.
"Having found the flower and driven a bee away,

I
leaned
And
I
my
head,
holding by the stalk,
listened
and
thought
What was it? Did

Or did you say
may have thought
as
said
"Well, so
call
Come'
Someone
"I
you
caught the word
me
by
my name?
'
heard
it
as
bowed.
much, but not
'
aloud.
came."
Mount
b.
Robert Frost, American, 1874-1963

39
Fuji
and Flowers. David Hockney,
1937. Acryhc on canvas, 1972.
British,
LETTER TO
TO L. R-M
N.Y.
For Louise Crane
There are certain

In your next letter
wish you'd say
where you are going and what you are doing;

how are the plays, and after the plays
what other pleasures you're pursuing:
Whose
Whose
taking cabs in the middle of the night,
hearts have
our land
unafraid
known a lot of pain.

many tears,
Who welcomed pity with disdain

the fast encroaching years
Humorously and undismayed.
save your soul
if to
where the road goes round and round the park

and the meter glares like a moral owl,
and the
ladies in
still
eyes have shed so
And view
driving as
and
Still living
trees look so
queer and green
There are certain
ladies in
our land.
Whose courage is too deeply bred

To merit unreflecting praise.
standing alone in big black caves
For them no easy, glib escape;
and suddenly you're in a different place

where everything seems to happen in waves,
No mystic
and most of the jokes you just can't catch,

like dirty words rubbed off a slate,
hopes confuse their days;
They can
identify the shape
Of what's
to
come, devoid of dread.
There are certain
ladies in
our land
and the songs are loud but somehow dim

and it gets so terribly late,
Who bring to Life the gift of gay
and coming out of the brownstone house
The past,
to the gray sidewalk, the
watered
one side of the buildings
rises
like a glistening field of
Wheat, not
if it's
wheat
with the sun
Is that
The
wheat.
for
is
safe
and sure.
they
know they can endure
rigours of another day.
Noel Coward,
none of your sowing,
I'd like to
sanity.
them,
Perhaps their only vanity
oats, dear. I'm afraid
it's
nevertheless
street,
Uncompromising
English, 1899-1973
know
what you are doing and where you are
going.
The
Elizabeth Bishop, American, 1911-1979
Lafayette. John Sloan, American,
[41]
871- 1951
POEM
THE NORTH COAST
Here we are again together

buds burst over the trees
as the
hght
cries,
walking around
Those picnics covered with sand

No money made them more gay
their
pond
We passed over hills in
in yellow weather.
And walked
the night
along beaches by day.
Fresh clouds, and further
oh
do not care
to go!
Sage in the rain, or the sand
not beyond this circling friendship,
Spattered by new-falling rain.
damp new
That ocean was
air
and fluttering snow
remaining long enough
to
make
the leaves
But we did
it
too cold to
swim
again and again.
excessive in the quickness of their mild return,

not needing
more than earth and friends
Frank O'Hara,
to see the
winter
American, 1926-1966
42
so.
Gary Snyder,
American,
b.
1930
On the Beach at
Trouville. Eugene Boudin, French,
PARTING
1824-1898. Oil on wood, 1863.
For
me who go,
for you who
stay
two autumns.
AUTUMN LEAVES
Taniguchi Buson,
Japanese, 1716-1783
Mountains and mountains and mountains

rolling, rolling, rolling:
all
overgrown with
trees, trees, trees,
Cypresses. Vincent van Gogh, Dutch, 1853-1890.

Oil on canvas.
turning, turning, turning:
but in the
field
where we are
strolling, strolling, strolling,
the leaves on trees

are green, green, green.
"Soon,"
say,
"these leaves,
the ginkgo, the willow and the beech,

will all be
turning, turning, turning.
That smouldering red

is
swamp maple.
off there
'
Then we come to a fence

where one who has given
his life to poetry leans.
Next to him a sign proclaims,

ETERNAL HAPPINESS. Am I
dreaming about Frank again?
Frank among the leaves
all
turning, turning, turning.
James Schuyler, American,
b.
1925
THE MEETING OF THE WATERS

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters
meet;
Oh! the
last rays
of feeling and
Ere the bloom of that valley
life
must depart,
shall fade
from
my
heart.
Yet
it
was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;

Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill,
Oh! no, it was something more exquisite still.
Twas
that friends, the belov'd of
my
bosom, were
near.
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more

dear,
And who
felt
how
the best charms of nature
improve,
When we see them
reflected from looks that
we
love.
The Oxbow. Ihomas
Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could
Cole, American, 1801-1848.
In thy
rest
bosom of shade, with the friends
love
best.
Where
the storms that
we
feel in this cold
world
should cease.
And our
hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in
peace.
Thomas Moore,
44
Irish,
1779-1852
Lovely
Rose

SONG
^-4.=!
Go, lovely rose

Tell her that wastes her time
and me,
That now she knows.
When resemble her to thee.

How sweet and fair she seems
I
to be.
Tell her that's young.
And shuns
to
have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung

In deserts where no men abide.
Thou must have uncommended
Small
is
died.
the worth
Ot beauty from the light

Bid her come forth.
retired:
Suffer herself to be desired.
And
not blush so to be admired.
Then die! that she

The common fate of all things
May read in thee;
How small
That are
so
rare
a part of time they share
wondrous sweet and
Edmund Waller,
fair!
English, 1606-1687
Allegorical Figure. Detail of an armoire. French

(Burgundian
Sch(X)l), late i6th century.
The Storm.
Walnut,
Pierre Auguste Cot, French,
1837-1883. Oil on canvas, 1880.
carved, painted, and gilded.
46
TO HIS LOVE
Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning breaks,
Ornament
All the earth, all the air
Haste then, sweet
Of love and
pleasure speaks.
Teach thine arms then
to
bliss.
Eyes were made for beauty's grace,

Viewing, rueing
love's long pain,
Procur'd by beauty's rude disdain.
Come away, come, sweet love.

The golden morning wastes.
While the sun from
His
fiery
Making
arrows
all
his sphere
casts:
the shadows
fly,
Playing, staying in the grove.
To
entertain the stealth of love,
Thither, sweet love,
let
us hie,
Flying, dying, in desire,
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly
Come away, come, sweet

Do not in vain adorn
love,
Beauty's grace that should rise
Like to the naked morn:

Lilies
And
on the
fair
nurse of pride.
love,
our wished
Anonymous, English
embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss.

And mix our souls in mutual
is
Pleasure, measure, love's delight.
river's side,
Cyprian flowers new blown.
Desire no beauties but their own,
fire.
flight.
Landscape. Needlework upholstery on the back

American (Newport, Rhode Island), 1758.
chair.
of an easy
HID MY LOVE
hid
my
love
when young
till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a

I
hid
Till
I
my
love to
fly;
my despite
could not bear to look at
light:
dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;

Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
I
kissed and bade
met her
my
love good-bye.
in the greenest dells,
Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;

The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
The bee kissed and went singing by,
A sunbeam found a passage there,

A gold chain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long.
hid
my
love in field
Till e'en the
and town
breeze would knock
me down;
The bees seemed singing ballads o'er.

The fly's bass turned a lion's roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.
John Clare,
English, 1793-1864
SONG
"Oh! Love," they
said, "is
King oF Kings,
And triumph is his crown.

Earth Fades in Hame before his wings,
And Sun and Moon l)ow down."
But
that,
knew, would never do;
And Heaven
So whenever
I
will not
is all
met
too high.
Queen,
said,
catch her eye.
"Oh! Love," they
said,
and "Love," they
said,
"The gift of Love is this;

A crown of thorns about thy head.
And
vinegar to thy kiss!"
But Tragedy
So whenever
I
And
not for me;
is
And Lm
content to be gay.
spied a Fragic Lady,
went another way.
so
never feared to see
You wander down the
Or come
On
ordinary
And what
was
that
Fx)ve
all
me
feet.
For what they'd never told
It
street.
across the fields to
me
of.
never knew;
the time,
my
love,
would be merely you.
The ProposaF
HuPEKT Bkooke,
Fnîish, 1887-1915
Adolphe William Bouguereau, French,
1825-1905. Oil on canvas, 1872.
49
THE UNKNOWN
She
is
most
And when
The poets'
ladies
Look no more
But
On
fair,
they see her pass
Once proud
in the glass
or happy, soon
Far from his door.
after her.
Pygmalion and
a bleak moor
Running under the moon
She lures a poet,
Galatea. Jean Leon Gerome, French,
1824 1904. Oil on canvas,
ca.
1890.
Beside a train,
Because they saw her
Or
go,
failed to see her.
Travellers and watchers know

Another pain.
The simple lack

Of her is more to me
Than others' presence.
Whether life splendid be
Or utter black.
I
have not seen,
have no news of her;
can
tell
only
She is not here, but there

She might have been.
She is to be kissed
Only perhaps by me;
She may be seeking
Me and no other; she
May
not exist.
Edward Thomas,
English, 1878-1917
YOU WHO NEVER ARRIVED

You who never arrived
in
my
who were
arms, Beloved,
from the
lost
start,
don't even
know what songs
would please you.

to recognize
you
moment.
All the
images in
me
have given up trying
in the surging
wave of the next
immense
the
far-off, deeply-felt
landscape,
towers, and bridges, and un-
cities,
suspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once

pulsing with the
all rise
within
who
you,
life
me
to
of the gods
mean
forever elude me.
You, Beloved,
who are
the gardens
have ever gazed
longing.
in a
all
at,
An open window
country house
and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that
you had just walked
And sometimes,
were
my
still
down them and
in a shop, the mirrors
too-sudden image.
Who knows? perhaps
yesterday, separate, in the evening
Rainer Maria Rilke,
1840-1917. Watercolor, gouache, and pencil.
[51]
chanced upon,
dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
bird echoed through both of us
Origin of the Greek Vase. Auguste Rodin, French,
vanished.
Austrian, 1875-1926
the
same
LOVE SONG
YOU WERE COMING
IF
THE FALL
IN
I
lie
here thinking of you:

If
the stain of love

is
smears with saffron
If
the horned branches that lean
no
could see you in a year,
Until their time befalls.
light
only centuries delayed,
only a honey-thick stain
If
that drips from leaf to leaf
I'd
and limb
Subtracting
to
fly.
wind the months in balls.

And put them each in separate drawers,
heavily
is
I'd
against a smooth purple sky!
There
half a smile and half a spurn.
As housewives do
eats into the leaves,
in the fall,
brush the summer by
With
Yellow, yellow, yellow

it
you were coming
I'd
upon the world!
limb
Into
spoiling the colors
of the whole world
Van Diemen's
I'd toss it
the wine-red selvage of the west!
William Carlos Williams,
till
land.
If certain, when this life was out.

That yours and mine should be,
you far off there under
1883-1963
my hand,
my fingers dropped
count them on
And
yonder
like a rind.
taste eternity.
American,
But now,
all
Of time's
uncertain wing,
It
ignorant of the length
goads me, like the goblin bee.
That
will not state its sting.
Emily Dickinson, American, 1830-1886
Autumn
River. Wolf kahn, American,
b.
1927.
HAVE LOVED HOURS AT SEA
have loved hours
The
at sea, gray cities,
fragile secret of a flower.
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven

First stars above a
snowy
for
an hour;
hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And
the great look of love, long hidden.
Found
at last in
meeting eyes.
Sara Teasdale, American, 1884 1933
Portrait of a
Man and
Woman at a Casement
Fra Filippo Lippi, Italian (Florentine), ca. 1406- 1469.
Tempera on wood.
TO HIS COY MISTRESS

Had we
but world enough, and time,
Deserts of vast eternity.
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
Thy beauty
shall
We would sit down
iNor, in thy
marble
and think which way
To walk and pass our long love s day.

Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
no m.ore be found,
That long preserved
worms
Love you ten years before the Fkxxf,
And you
But none,
Of
find:
by the tide
H umber would complain.
Till the
should,
if
would
you please, refuse
conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love
Vâster
should grow
than empires, and more slow;
An hundred
Sits
And
shall try
irginity.
And your quaint honour turn

And into ashes all my lust:
The grave s a fine and private
Shouldst rubies
sound
vault, shall
.My echoing song: then
to dust,
place,
think, do there embrace.
-Now therefore, while the youthful hue

like morning deu
on thy skin
while thy willing soul transpires
years should go to praise
At every
pcjre
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast;
Now let
us
And now,
like
But
Rather
once our time devour
thirty
thousand
to the rest;
An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show
'I
your heart;
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would
But
at
lo\e at lower rate.
my
Time s winged
And vonder all
back
always hear
at
with instant
spcjrt
roll all
fires.
we may,
amorous birds
han languish
Let us
us while
in his
of prey,
slow-chapt pcnver.
our strength and
all
Our sweetness up into one ball.

And tear our pleasures with rough
Thorough the
iron gates of
strife
life:
chariot hurrying near;
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
before us
Stand
lie
still,
yet
AsuHEW
The
we
will
run.
.Makvell, English, 1621-1678
Stolen Kiss Jean Honore
1732-18'/) Oil on canvas.
[54I
make him
rajônarcl,
rench,
LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY
The
fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,

The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With
Nothing
sweet emotion;
in the
world
All things by a
In one spirit
with thine?
See the mountains
And
it
Heaven
kiss high
the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would
If
single;
meet and mingle,
Why not
And
is
law divine
disdained
its
be forgiven
brother;
the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:

What is all this sweet work worth
If
thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley,
The Interrupted Sleep

1
English, 1792-1822
(detail). Francôis
Boucher, French,
703- 770. Oil on canvas, 1750.

1
THE KISS
"I
saw you take
his kiss!" " 'Tis true."
"O, modesty!
He
me
Twas
strictly kept:
I knew
He thought thought he thought
thought
asleep; at least
I
Coventry Patmore,
slept.
The Garden of the
English, 1823-1896
(detail).
56
Tuileries
on
Winter Afternoon,
Camille Pissarro, French, 1830-1903. Oil on canvas.
THE GARDEN
Of the
thousands and thousands of years
Time would take to prepare

They would not suffice
To entice
That small second of eternity
When you kissed me

When kissed you
I
One morning in
the light of winter
In Pare Montsouris in Paris

In Paris
On earth
Earth that
is
a star.
Jacques Prevert, French, 1900-1977
RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS
KHABAROVSK OR ANYPLACE
One
grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun

with strong black coffee in very small cups
One not necessarily very beautiful

man or woman who loves you
One
fine
day
Lawrence Ferlinghetti,
American,
b.
1920
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty lambs we
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields.

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles
And we
will sit
upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their
By shallow
rivers to
whose
flocks.
falls
of the purest gold;
belt of straw
With
And
and
coral clasps
if
pull;
ivy buds.
and amber studs:
these pleasures
may
thee move,
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Come
And
And
The shepherds swains shall dance and

For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move.
Then live with me and be my love.
make thee beds
of roses
will
thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers,
and
Embroidered
with leaves of myrtle;
all
a kirtle
live
with me, and be
my
Christopher Marlowe,
love.
sing
English, 1564-1593
Embroidered Cabinet. Box

right) decorated
(top on
with scenes representing
the five senses. English, ca. 1650-75.
White
satin,
with seed-pearls and coral.
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE

SHEPHERD
world and love were young,
If all the
And
truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These
To
Time
me move
pretty pleasures might
live
with thee and be thy
love.
drives the flocks from field to fold
When
rivers rage
and rocks grow
cold.
And Philomel becometh dumb;

The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey
Is
tongue, a heart of gall,
fancy's spring, but sorrow's
fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses.

Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy
Thy
belt of straw
coral clasps
All these in
To come
and
ivy buds.
and amber studs.
me no means
to thee
But could youth
can move
and be thy
last
and
love.
love
still
breed.
Had joys no date nor age no need.

Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Sir
59
Walter Ralegh,
English, ca. 1552-1618
GRAY ROOM
Although you
Except
sit in a
room that
gray,
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Move the leaf in the bowl

The leaf that has fallen from
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green
is
Or, with one Hnger,
for the silver
Beside you
What
I
fan
the branches of the
forsythia
.
this?
is all
know how
furiously your heart
Wallace Stevens,
is
beating.
American, 1879-1955
Jallais Hill, Pontoise. Camille Pissarro, French,
1830 1903. Oil on canvas, 1867.
EVERYTHING PROMISED HIM
TOME
Everything promised him to me:
the fading
amber edge of the
sky,
and the sweet dreams of Christmas,
and the wind
at Easter,
loud with bells,
and the red shoots of the grapevine,

and waterfalls
and two
in the park,
large dragonflies
on the rusty iron fencepost.
And
could only believe
HE WISHES FOR THE

CLOTHS OF HEAVEN
would be mine
as I walked along the high slopes,
the path of burning stones.
that he
Anna Akhmatova,
Had
Russian, 1889-1966
the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and
light and the half-light,

would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I
Across the
Room
(detail).
Edmund
American, 1862-1938. Oil on canvas,
C. Tarbell,
ca.
William Butler Yeats,
1899.
61
Irish,
1865-1939
SONNET
How
shall
The wretch
work
to
that she
whom
may
not forget
her beauty most belongs?
Like an old fisherman,
I'll
knot a net
Patiently squatting, bending songs to songs.
Like an old fisherman.
Ml spread
Well must that heart go darting here and there
Meet
Lurk,
Of the
soft carp,
frolic,
Owen
escape the
lively,
that,
and beat
to despise
my
for
him and him,
circling snare.
double, dive, head out to sea
Ay, but not free, thou Lovely
constrain
last
and
Glittering in sunshine, grey in shadow, swim.
mesh
Well-stretched and wide, but strengthy to
From
this
And seeming
Barfield, English,
b.
One, not
free!
1898
flapping flesh
her heart, causing no pain.
The Rapids of Kajikazawa.
Katsushika Hokusai.
Japanese, 1760-1849. Woodblock print in colors from
The
Thirty-six Views of Fuji, 1823-29.
JULIET
How did the party go in
I
cannot
tell
you; Juliet
Portman Square?
was not there.
And how did Lady Caster's party go?

was next me and I do not know.
Juliet
HiLAiRE Belloc,
English, 1870-1953
THE OLYMPIC GIRL

The
sort of girl
Smiles
She stands
And
like to see
down from her
great height at me.
in strong, athletic pose
wrinkles her retrousse nose.
Is it distaste
makes her frown,
that
"
So furious and freckled, down
For you
On
And when the match is over,

Would flop beside you, hear you sigh;
And then, with what supreme caress,
You'ld tuck me up into my press.
an unhealthy
Or am
I
what she
worm
like
me?
much
care.
would I were
(Forgive me, shade of Rupert Brooke)
An
object
fit
Oh! would
to
So short in sleeve and strong in shorts.
were her racket press'd
And swished
to
do brilliant things.
Fair tigress of the tennis courts,
claim her look.
With hard excitement
will
likes to see?
do not know, though
eiOe 7evoL(XT]v
Little, alas, to
her breast
For
into the sunlit air
am
you
mean.
bald and old and green.
Sir John Betjeman, English, 1906-1984
Arm-high above her tousled hair.

And banged against the bounding ball
"Oh! Plung! my tauten'd strings would call,
"Oh! Plung! my darling, break my strings
"
Tennis at Newport. George Bellows, American,

63
li
U-1925.
The Heart, South of Naples.

b.
Jim Dine, American,
PERSONAL COLUMN
1935. Oil on canvas, 1986.
...
As
to
my heart, that may as well be forgotten

Owner will dispose of same
or labelled:
to a
good home,
exchgd., h.&c.,
refs.
previous experience desired but not essential

or let on a short lease to suit convenience.
Basil Bunting, English, 1900-1985
IS IT
A MONTH
month
Is it a
since
and you
In the starlight of Glen
Dubh
Stretched beneath a hazel bough

Kissed from ear and throat to brow,
Since your fingers, neck, and chin
Made
the bars that fenced
me
in,
wreck
Near your bosom, brow, and neck
And stars grew wilder, growing wise,
Till Paradise
seemed but
In the splendour of your eyes!
Since the weasel wandered near
Whilst we kissed from ear
And
to ear
the wet and withered leaves
Blew about your cap and

Till the
moon sank
tired
sleeves.
through the ledge
Of the wet and windy hedge?

And we took the starry lane
Pair of Dancers. McKêled by Joseph Nees, CJcrman
Back
to
Dublin town again.
(Ludwigsburj^), active 1754-1773. Hard-paste porcelain,
176063.
John Synge,
Irish,
1871-1909
O BLUSH NOT SO! O BLUSH NOT SO!

O blush not so! O blush not so!
Or
And
if
shall think
you knowing;
you smile, the blushing while,
Then maidenheads
There's a blush for
And
won
are going.
t,
and
a blush for shan't,
blush for having done
it;
There's a blush for thought, and a blush

for nought.
And a blush
for just
begun
it.
O sigh not so! O sigh not so!

For
it
sounds of Eve's sweet pippin;
By those loosen'd
And
hips,
you have tasted the pips.
fought in an amorous nipping.
Will you play once more, at nice cut-core.
For
it
only will last our youth out;
And we have
the prime of the kissing time.
We have not one sweet tooth out.

There's a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no,
And
a sigh for
can't bear
it!
O what can be done? Shall we stay or run?

O cut the sweet apple and share
it!
John Keats,
English, 1795-1821
65
COME, AND BE MY BABY

The highway
is full
Some prophets
of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn

Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail
is full
of every kind of blooming
And you sit wondering

What you're gonna do.
sit wondering
where you're going to turn
got
it.
got
it.
Come. And be my
baby.
baby.
Maya Angelou,
The Block. Romare
gonna end
horror
And you
I
is
But others say we've got a week or two
The paper
glass
Come. And be my
say the world
tomorrow
Bearden, American, 1914-1988. Cut
and pasted paper on Masonitc, three of
six panels, 1971.
American,
b.
1928
Let
Me Count the Ways
SONNET XLIII,
FROM THE PORTUGUESE
How do
I
me count
love thee? Let
My soul can
when
reach,
the ways.
and breadth and height
love thee to the depth
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
men
candle-light.
love thee freely, as
love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
love thee with the passion put to use
In
I
my old griefs, and with my childhood
love thee with a love
With my
lost saints!
Smiles, tears, of all

I
strive for Right;
shall
seemed
my
s faith.
to lose
love thee with the breath,
life!
and,
if
God
choose,
but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
English,
1806-1861
The Music
>-.tt-JIW5<>5S.'SfKSSl>âB
Lesson. Modeled by Joseph Willcms.
English (Ohclsca). Soft paste poreelain, 1762-1765.
MADRIGAL
My Love in her attire doth
It
show her
wit,
doth so well become her;
For every season she hath dressings
fit,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No beauty she doth miss

When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's
When all
self
she
is
her robes are gone.
Anonymous,
English, 17th century
THE TWO USES

The eye is
not more exquisitely designed
For seeing than
The same
lips
it is
for being loved.
curved
to
speak are curved to
kiss.
Even the workaday and practical arm

Becomes all love for love's sake to the lover.
If this is nature's thrift, love thrives
on
it.
Love never asks the body different
Or ever wants it less ambiguous.

The eye being lovelier for what it sees,
The arm for all it does, the lips for speaking.
Robert Francis, American,
b.
1901
The
Toilet of Venus. Francois Boucher, French,
1703-1770. Oil on canvas, 1751.
[69]
TO LAURA
I
saw the tracks of angels
Love, wisdom, valor, pity, pain,
in the earth,
The beauty of heaven walking by
itself
Made better harmony with weeping

Than any other likely to be heard in the
on the
world.
Joke or sorrow now,
it
And
Shadow, or smoke.
the air and the wind were so
filled
deep music
I
saw
a kind of rain that
And heard
world.
seems a dream
made
No single leaf moved on
the sun ashamed.
her, speaking sad words,
make
Petrarch,
mountains
Shift, the rivers stop.
70
Italian,
its still
1304-1374
branch.
with this
The Lake of Zug.
Joseph Mallord William Turner,
English, 1775-1851. Watercolor, gouache, and colored

chalk, 1843.
EVE SPEAKS TO ADAM

From Paradise Lost
With
thee conversing
All seasons
Sweet
is
forget
all
time,
all
please alike.
the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm
When
and their change,
first
of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
on
this delightful land
His orient beams, on herb, tree,
he spreads
fruit,
and flower,
Glistring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful
With
And
this
evening mild, then silent night
her solemn bird and this
fair
moon,
these the gems of heav'n, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm
On
of earliest birds, nor rising sun
this delightful land,
nor herb,
fruit, flower,
Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night

With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,
Or glittering starlight without thee is sweet.
John Milton,
The Creation of Eve: "And She
Woman."
English, 1608-1674
black ink and watercolor.
,71
Shall
Be Called
William Blake, English, 1757- 1827. Pen and
ONE DAY WROTE HER NAME UPON THE STRAND

I
One day wrote

I
her
name upon
Again
wrote
But came the
it
Not
the strand,
But came the waves and washed
it
away:
and made my pains
his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal
For
And
thing so to immortahze,
myself shall
eke
my name
(quod
To die
I) let
in dust,
baser things devise
but you shall
My verse your virtues
with a second hand,
tide,
so,
like to this decay,
be wiped out likewise.
And in
by fame:
the heavens write your glorious name:
Where, whenas Death
Our
live
rare shall eternize,
shall all the
love shall live,
Edmund Spenser,
and
world subdue,
later life
renew.
English, 1552/1553-1599
SONNET XVIII
compare thee to a summer's day?
more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
Shall
Thou
art
And summer's
Sometime
lease hath
all
too hot the eye of
too short a date:
heaven shines,
And often 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
Nor
lose possession of that fair

shall
When
thou ow'st.
death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
in eternal lines to time
So long as
So long
men can
lives this,
thou grow'st.
breathe, or eyes can see.
and
this gives life to thee.
English, 1564-1616
Fleur de Lis. Robert Lewis Reid, American, 1862-1929.

Oil on canvas, ca. 1895 1900.
The Beach
1
at Sainte-Adresse. Claude Monet, French,

840- 926. Oil on canvas, 1867.
1
.73
WHERE DOES THIS TENDERNESS

COME FROM?
SONG: TO CELIA
Where does
Drink
this tenderness
and
darker
than yours
These are not the
first
curls
lips
have stroked slowly
have known are
come from?
And
Or
And
(where does
so
and go out again
this tenderness
many eyes have
risen
come from?)
But might
and died out

I
no such song have
heard in the darkness of night before,
(where does
this tenderness
come
from?):
here, on the ribs of the singer.
Where does this tenderness come from?

And what shall do with it, young
I
sly singer, just
passing by?
Your lashes are
longer than
Marina TsvETAYEVA,
Venus and Adonis.
Detail of
a tapestry desij^ned by Pierre
de Seve the Younger (French,

ca.
1623-1695), Gobelins,
France.
W(j<)l, silk,
thread, 1686-92.
and
silver
anyone's.
Russian, 1892-1941
I'll
with mine;
not look for wine.
Doth ask
in front of these eyes of mine.

yet
with thine eyes,
only,
will pledge
thirst, that
and
me,
leave a kiss but in the cup.
The
as stars rise often
to
from the soul doth
rise,
a drink divine:
of Jove
nectar sup,
would not change
for thine.
sent thee, late, a rosy wreath.
Not so much honouring thee.

As giving it a hope, that there
It
could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breath,
And sent'st it back to me:

when it grows, and smells,
Since
Not
swear,
of itself, but thee.
Ben JoNSON,
English, ca. 1572-1637
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

She walks
in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless
And all
climes and starry skies;
that's best of
dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven
One
to
gaudy day denies.
shade the more, one ray the
less.
Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress.
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on
So
The
that cheek,
soft, so
and
o'er that brow.
calm, yet eloquent.
smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But
tell
of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron,
English, 1788-1824
LOVE POEM
My child Star you gaze at the stars,
and
Elizabeth Farren (born about 1759, died 1829), Later
Countess of Derby. Sir Thomas Lawrence,

769- 830. Oil on canvas, 1790.
1
that
I
I
wish
were the firmament
might watch you with many eyes.
British,
Plato, Greek, 427-347
75
b.c.
A DRINKING SONG
A RED, RED ROSE
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,
O my Luve's like a red,
look at you, and
my
As
Irish,
Luve's like the melodic
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
sigh.
red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
fair art thou,
So deep
1865-1939
And
will love thee
Till
Till
a'
bonie
am
still,
my
still,
While the sands

fare thee weel,
And
And
my
Dear,
Dear,
o' life
shall run.-
my only
come
it
Luve!
again,
my
Luve,
were ten thousand mile!
Robert Burns,
Dear,
fare thee weel, a while!
will
Tho
my
the rocks melt wi' the sun:
will love thee
And
lass.
I;
the seas gang dry.
a'
the seas gang dry,
And
1
my
in luve
Scottish,
1759-1796
Waitress at Duval's Restaurant. Pierre Aujûste
Renoir, French, 1841-1919. Oil on canvas, ca. 1875.
Merry Company on
a Terrace
Dutch, 1626-1679. Oil on canvas,
Jan Steen,
(detail).
ca.
166870.
STELLA'S BIRTH-DAY
day
Stella this
(We
However,
Since
So
first
Made up
O, would
and years are doubled

saw thee at sixteen.
thy form declined;
so largely in thy mind.

it
please the gods to split
beauty, size, and years, and wit!
No age could
Of nymphs
With
With
And
How
be not troubled.
size
brightest virgin on the green;
little is
Thy
thirty-four,
Stella,
Although thy
The
is
shan't dispute a year or more:)
furnish out a pair
so graceful, wise,
and
fair;
half the lustre of your eyes.

half your wit, your years, and size.
then, before
should
it
grew
too late.
heg of gentle
fate,
(That either nymph might have her swain,)
To
YOUR BIRTHDAY COMES TO TELL

ME THIS
split
my worship too in
Jonathan Swift,
twain.
your birthday comes
each
English, 1667-1745
will be
E. E.
77.
me
this
luckiest of lucky days
i've loved, shall love,
and
to tell
and
my
do love you, was
birthday
is
cuMMiNGS, American, 1894-1962
Le Coeur. Henri
SOMEWHERE HAVE NEVER
Matisse, French, 1869- 1954. Pochoir
from Jazz, published by Teriade, Paris, 1947.
TRAVELLED
somewhere have never
travelled, gladly
beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in
your most
frail
gesture are things which
enclose me,
or
which cannot touch because they are

i
your slightest look easily will unclose
though
too near
me
have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring
opens
(touching
or
if
my
as
your wish be
life will
when
the
skilfully,
mysteriously) her
to close
me,
first
rose
and
shut very beautifully, suddenly,
the heart of this flower imagines
snow
carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which
we
are to perceive in this world
equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
A VERY VALENTINE
compels
me
with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
Very fine
is
my valentine.
Very fine and very mine.
my valentine very mine and

Very fine is my valentine and mine, very
mine and mine is my valentine.
Very mine
is
Gertrude Stein,
(i
do not know what
it is
about you that closes
very fine.
and opens; only something
fine very
the voice of your eyes
is
in
me
understands
deeper than
all
roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
American, 1874-1946
E. E.
[78]
cuMMiNGS, American, 1894-1962
The Garden
at Vaucresson.
Edouard Vuillard, French,

1 868940. Distemper on canvas,
1
1923 and 1937.
PORTRAIT OF A LADY
Your thighs are appletrees
whose blossoms touch the
Which
sky?
The
Your knees
are a southern breeze

a gust of snow.
sort of
a lady's
or
Agh! what
man was Fragonard?
as if that
answered
anything. Ah, yes
below
the knees, since the tune
it is
one of those white summer days,

the
sky
where Watteau hung

slipper.
drops that way,

sky.
tall
grass of your ankles
flickers
upon the shore
Which
shore?
the sand clings to
Which
my
Agh, petals maybe.
How
know?
should
Which
shore?
lips
shore?
said petals
Which
shore?
from an appletree.
American, 1883-1963
VARIATION
That
pool of the air
still
under the branch of an echo.
That
That
pool of the water
still
under
a frond of bright stars.
pool of your
still
under
Federico
mouth
a thicket of kisses.
CjArci'a
LoRCA, Spanish, 1899-1936
WANT TO BREATHE
you in I'm not talking about
perfume or even the sweet
o-
dour of your skin but of the

air itself
your
air
exhale
close
want
to share
inhaling what you
I'd like to
be that
two of us breathing
each other as one as that.

James Laughlin American,
Summer.
b.
1914
Frederick Carl Frieseke, American, 1874-1939.
Poplars. Claude Monet, French, 1840-1926. Oil on canvas,

1891.
FOR AN AMOROUS LADY

"Most mammals like caresses, in the sense
in which we usually take the word,
whereas other creatures, even tame snakes,
"
prefer giving to receiving them.
From
The
Natural History Book
pensive gnu, the staid aardvark.
Accept caresses
LADY LOVE
She
And
is
my lids
my hair
colour of my eye
body of my hand
standing on
her hair
She has the

She has the
is
in
In
my
As
a stone against the sky
shade she
is
engulfed
in the dark;
The bear, equipped with paw and snout.

Would rather take than dish it out.
But snakes, both poisonous and garter,
In love are never known to barter;
The worm, though dank, is sensitive:
His noble nature bids him give.
She
will
never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep

And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when have nothing to say
I
Paul Eluard. French. 1895-1952
But you,
my dearest,
have a soul
Encompassing fish, flesh, and fowl.

amorous arts we would pursue,
You can, with pleasure, bill or coo.
You are, in truth, one in a million,
At once mammalian and reptilian.
When
Theodore Roethke,
American, 1908-1963
Stepping Out. Hoy Lichtenstein. American, b. 1923.

Magna on canvas, 197S. Roy Lichtenstein.
Oil and
Lovers Under
TO YOU
(h. in
Lilies.
The Evelyn Sharp

I
walnut
love you as a sheriff searches for a
murder case unsolved for years

Because the murderer left it in the snow beside a window
Through which he saw her head, connecting with
Her shoulders by a neck, and laid a red
That
will solve a
Roof in her heart. For

For
this
we
this
Inside a bottle,
Kid searches for a goat;

In the wind,
The
I
we
live a
thousand years;
and we live because we love, we are not

thank goodness! I love you as a
love,
when
am
crazier than shirttails
you're near, a
wind that blows from
big blue sea, so shiny so deep and so unlike us;
think
white
Always,
am
bicycling across an Africa of green and
fields
to
When Fm
be near you, even in
my
heart
awake, which swims, and also
believe
that you
as the sidewalk which leads me
The place where again think of you, a new
Harmony of thoughts! I love you as the sunlight
Are trustworthy
to
leads the
Of a
prow
ship which sails
From Hartford to Miami, and I love you

when even before I am awake
Best at dawn,
Receives
me
in the questions
Kenneth Koch, American,
the sun
which you always

b.
pwse.
1925
[83]
Marc
Chagall, French
Russia;, 1887-19S5. Oil on canvas, 1922-25.

Collection.
THE CONFIRMATION
my love, is the right human
my mind had w aited for this long.
Yes, yours,
I
in
face.
Seeing the false and searching for the true.
Then found you as a traveller finds a place

Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong
\ alleys
and rocks and twisting roads. But you,
W hat shall
A
well of
call
w ater
you?
in a
fountain in a waste,
country dry.
Or anything
that s honest and good, an eye

That makes the whole world bright. Your open
heart.
Simple with giving, gives the primal deed.
The
first
good world, the blossom, the blowing
seed.
The
hearth, the steadfast land, the wandering
sea.
Not beautiful or
But
Edwin
Woman
with
Pink Rembrandt Harmensz van
Rijn.
Dutch, 1606-1669. Oil on canvas.
84
rare in every part.
like yourself, as they
were meant
.\1lir, Scottish,
1887-1959
to be.
The Mess of Love
Dubo, Dubon, Dubonnet

(b. in
Aiulre Keites/. American
THE MESS OF LOVE
Munjjarv), 1894-11)8^- (Jelalin silver print, 1934.
We've made
Sinee
a great
we made an
The moment
mess onove
ideal of
swear
to love a
woman, all my life

That moment begin
I
The moment
My
love dies
it.
woman,
to hate her.
even say to a woman;
down
a cold egg,
Love
If
it
is
like a
isn't love
it
Hower,
doesn't fade,
love you!
considerably.
The moment love is an understood

us, we are sure of it,
It's
a certain
it
it is
thing between
any more.
must Bower and
fade;
not a Bower,
Its either an artificial rag blossom, or an
immortelle, for the cemetery.
The moment
will fixes
Or
mind
the
on
interferes with love, or the
it.
the personality assumes
it
the ego takes possession of

It is
not love any more,
And we've made
it's
a great
as an attribute, or
it,
just a mess.
mess of love, mind-
perverted, will-perverted, ego-perverted love.

D. H.
Lawrence,
English, 1885-1930
AM NO GOOD AT LOVE
am no good
at love
My heart should be
I
kill
wise and free
the unfortunate golden goose
Whoever it may be
With over-articulate tenderness
And
too
much
am no good
batter
it
intensity.
at love
out of shape
my
Suspicion tears
at
And, gibbering
like
lie
mind
alone in the endless dark
Knowing
I
sleepless
an ape,
there's
am no good
no escape.
at love
When my easy
heart
yield
my mouth
Which should have stayed concealed;
And my jealousy turns a bed of bliss
Wild words come tumbling from
Into a battlefield.
am no good
betray
For
Is
at love
with
feel the
In the
And
it
little
sins
misery of the end
moment
that
it
begins
the bitterness of the last good-bye
the bitterness that wins.

Mezzetin. Jean
Noel Coward,
English, 1899-1973
Oil on canvas.
87:
.Antoinc VVatteau, French, 1684-1721.
CAN'T HOLD YOU AND

I CAN'T LEAVE YOU
can't hold you
and
can't leave you,
and sorting the reasons

I
find an intangible
one
and many tangible ones
to leave
to forgo you.
As you won't change, nor

Prudence. Andrea
della Robbia, Italian (Florentine),
1435-1525. Glazed terracotta
relief, ca.
shall give
my
let
me
armed
though the other half be ready
Then,
let it
let
if
our
Wall. Detail of a bedrcwm wall from the

Synistor at Boscoreale.
plaster.
Roman, 40-30
villa
of
P.
B.C. Fresco
Fannius
love,
to
to
abhor you,
adore you.
by loving flourish,
not in endless feuding perish;
us speak no more in jealousy and suspicion.
He offers
so
forgo you,
heart a defence against you,
so that half shall always be
1475.
you or hold you,
to love you,
know
mine
who would all receive

when it is your intention
be to make believe.
not part,
that
shall
on lime
JuANA In^s DeLa Cruz, Mexican, 1651-1695
THE STREET IN SHADOW

The
street in shadow. Tall houses hide
the dying sun; in balconies are echoes of light.
Do
you see in the
window
spell of the flowery
the pink oval of a familiar face?
The image behind
the distorting glass
looms or fades like an old daguerreotype.

In the street, only the patter of your step;
echoes of the sunset slowly burn out.
Agony! Pain hangs in
my
heart. Is
it
she?
cannot be. Walk on. In the blue, a
It
Antonio Machado Ruiz,
star.
Spanish, 1875-1939
ROOMS
I
remember rooms
that have had their part
down of the heart.

The room in Paris, the room at Geneva,
The little damp room with the seaweed smell,
And that ceaseless maddening sound of the tide
In the steady slowing
Rooms where
But there
is
for good or for
the room where
we
Though every morning we seem

might just as well seem
As we
shall
ill
(two)
to
things died.
lie
to sleep again
somewhere
in the other quieter,
dustier bed
Out
there in the sun
Charlotte Mew,
dead,
wake and
in the rain.
English, 1870-1928
SHE'S
MY WOMAN
GAZING AT YOU
SO TENDERLY
My woman
Drowning you in sparkling conversation,
Gay and witty, and her eyes
She
last
night she was using
all
her
What
says so.
woman
says to an eager
write on the wind, write on the rushing
waves.
skill
To give me secretly her little foot

Under the tablecloth for me to caress.
Alexander Pushkin,
wants no other lover
sweetheart
Absorbing you with their yearning.
But
says she
than me, not even Jupiter himself.
She's gazing at you so tenderly,
Catullus, Roman,
ca.
84-54 ^c.
Russian, 1799-1837
Lovers, Place
(b. in
d'ltalie. BrassaT (Gyula Halasz),
French
Transylvania), 1899-1984. Gelatin silver print,
ca. 1932; print ca. 1970.
The Fortune
1
Teller. Georges de La Tour, French,
593-1652. Oil on canvas.
WHEN LOVE FLIES IN

When
Make
Love Bies
make no
in.
sign;
Nor make no
If love
flit
Owl-soft his wings,
He
Sand-blind his eyes;
Without
Sigh,
But
if
seal
thou must,
him
Stifle
thine.
Walter de
tire
11
Thy
And
sign
out;
of thee
a doubt.
thy pangs;
heart resign;
live
without!
la Mare, English, 1873-1956
WHEN WAS ONE-AND-TWENTY

I
When
I
was one-and-twenty
heard a wise
man
say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;

Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy

But
free.
was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty

I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was
never given in vain;
Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.

And am two-and-twenty,
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.
I
A. E.
HousMAN,
English, 18591936
SONG
Go and
catch a falling
star,
Get with child a mandrake root.

Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft
Teach me
Or
to
to
the Devil's foot.
hear mermaids singing,
keep off envy's stinging.
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If
thou beest born to strange sights.
Things
invisible to see.
Ride ten thousand days and nights.

Till age snow white hairs on thee.
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
Lives a
If
thou
And swear
Nowhere
woman true, and
find'st one, let
Such
me know,
a pilgrimage
Yet do not,
fair.
would not
were sweet;
go.
Ibulouse Lautrec, French, 1864-1901. Color lithograph,
Though at next door we might meet;

Though she were true when you met her,
1892.
And
The Englishman
at the
Moulin Rouge. Henri
de
last
till
you write your
letter,
Yet she
Will be
Kiesler and Wife. Will Barnet, American,
False, ere
b.
191
1.
come,
to two, or three.
Oil on
John Donne,
canvas, 1963-65.
92
English, 1572-1631
WEARING THE COLLAR

I
live
with a lady and four cats
and some days we
all
get
along.
some days
one of the
three.
some days
I
have trouble with
all
have trouble with
four of the
cats
cats.
other days
other days,
and the
I
have trouble with
lady:
two of the
ten eyes looking at
cats.
as if
was a
me
dog.
Charles Bukowski,
American,
b.
1920
PARTING
We suffer intensively,
as
Our love has been dying for years.

And now our parting
suddenly resurrects
Our
love rises
for the
in hell.
no fever.
it.
Moaning out of hatred
from the dead
uncanny
as a corpse
one suffers
Each of us runs
which came
to life in order to die
second time.
we pluck our wedding photograph from

And every night till dawn,
crying,
making
the
album
love,
breaking into cold sweat,
we
we
we
we make love,
we are parting,
Every night
every hour
every hour
we swear
to
each other faith
till
the grave.
talk to
each other,
talk to
each other,
talk to
each other,
for the first
and the
Anna Swir,
last
Polish,
time in
life.
1909-1984
The Dressing Room.

Pierre Bonnard. French,
1867-1947. Oil on
canvas, 1914.
Woman
with Chrysanthemums
(Madame
Paul Valpin^-on?).
Edgar Degas. French,

1834-1917. Oil on canvas, 1865.
CHANCE
wind
Chance says,
come here,
apart from you,
chance
wind,
can you bear
bird.
anything
to part?
sea,
further;
wave,
chance
sweetheart,
low places
dear,
we
and the high
chance
says,
says,
haven't loved
for almost a year,
can you bear
dire threat
this loneliness?
everywhere;
can't;
at
in sycamores,
fear
can't bear
says,
I'm here.
air;
don't you
hear
any
want me
more
H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)
start
American, 1886-1961
95
Office in a Small City. Lclward Hopper, American,
Stargazers. Ijigraving
1882-1967. Oil on canvas, 1953.
moralia, written by Christopher VVeigel (German).

in
[96]
Nuremberg,
ca. 1700.
troni lithiai mitunilis. sen dociimciita
Pubhshcc
THE MORE LOVING ONE
LONELINESS
To think
of you surcharged with
Looking up
at the stars,
know
Lonehness. To hear your voice
That, for
Over the recorder
But on earth indifference
"Lonehness.
So
full
"
The
of it, and
You away, so
say,
I,
word, the voice,
with
With
Lost in lonehness and pain.
they care,
should
we
like
flesh, in
Every instant of night
And day. O, my
times
love, the
We have forgotten love,
and
Sat lonely beside each other.
we
of leaves.
Of a flying bird, the new

Moon in the sunset, a poem,
all
the
Casual healing speech
Of your resonant, quiet voice.

The word freedom. The word
Kenneth Rexroth,
now
missed one terribly

all
damn,
see them, say
cannot,
all
day.
stars to disappear or die,
should learn to look at an empty sky
'^W
the black silence.
a person
think
at last.
Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk
A book,
W. H. AuDEN, American
Penitent, lost in the last
full
am
as
that do not give a
A lonely bed. Now my heart
Speak of a tree
cannot be.
And feel its total dark sublime.

Though this might take me a little
We have slept together in
To me. Break
burn
stars to
could not return?
Of stars
Have hidden behind children,
Turns towards you, awake
to hell.
the least
is
were
we
Admirer
Were
We have eaten together.

Lonely behind our plates,
quite well
Let the more loving one be me.
Thinking of you with every

Corpuscle of my
it
a passion for us
If equal affection
Black and unendurable.
can go
We have to dread from man or beast.

How
lost in it
all
peace.
American, 1905-1982
fb.
time.
England), 1907-1973
LITTLE POEMS
call
you on
the phone
&
we
chat, but
the
way
is
tele
missing from
phone
way
feel,
it
is
the
makes me
wishing
In literature and song

love
is
in the
4:50 and dark
often expressed
already? Everyone
imagery of
wants
to
be
weather. For example,
beautiful but
"Now that we are one

Clouds won't hide our sun.
and darker.
There'll be blue skies

etc.
"
few
are. 4:51
Ron Padgett,
American,
b.
1942
Partly cloudy
the rest of
and cool
you were here.
around
today, high
Telephone Booths.
Richard Estes, American,
fifty,
mostly
cloudy tonight and tomorrow.
b.
1936.
Acrylic on Masonite, 1967.
Thyssen-Bornemisza Collection,
Lugano, Switzerland.
CRYSTAL PALACE MARKET
House of Fire. James

American,
Saw
a girl in a food
store that looked like
me the shakes
my poor old heart
of things to eat every
thing to eat that a
in
person could desire
darling darling sings
but
the voice on the radio
hungry hungry hungry
darling
why
did
we
ever drift apart big
guess that
I'll
go
darling says the radio
why
did
we
ever part?
James Laughlin, American,
99
1933. Oil
on canvas, iq8i.
giant food market full
you gave
b.
b.
1914
Rosenquist,
'IF
On
ONLY I KNEW THE TRUTH, I SWEAR I WOULD ACT ON IT"
the tedious ferry crossing through
not knowing
the obscure night
if
toward the darkly lurid dock
at
Barclay Street
on the dark Hudson River pelted by the rain

the orange lightnings thick silently flickered
was
sick with ignorance
"If
I
only
was
if
my
wife had
wanted that
making a waste
I
knew
for spite,
the truth,
in confusion
left
and
me, not knowing
and wise
swear
too late, if at all?
would
act
on
it!
fright
the rain was pounding the water
and flashed
there was no thunderclap
I
was
the lightning was obscure
and fear
there
came no thunderclap
the boat did not seem to advance.
Paul Goodman, American,
1911 1972
A Storm.
Georgia O'Keeffe,
American, 1887-1986.
Pastel on paper, 1922.
Study for Sunday

Afternoon on the Island
of La Grande Jatte (detail)
Georges Seurat, French,
1859-1891. Oil on wood.
LOVE IS A SECRET FEEDING FIRE
SOFTLY
Love
Softly
Baby
Softly
I'll
is
a secret feeding fire that gives
all
creatures being,
Life to the dead, speech to the
man seeing.
And yet in me he contradicts
dumb, and
And even
to the
blind
It's
all
my
lips,
my
eyes,
my
life,
Softly
I'll
For a
soft
many
And
me in paths
uncouth
Where
all fair
untracked, ungone, and
places,
in despair
if
do,
I'll
realize
not such a good idea.
me
and from
ever flying
Leads
stop having a thing for you.
these his sacred
graces:
Sears up
I'll
try not to call again.
learn that
while
I'll
what
won't look at everything just through your eyes,

I'll
softly try not to see ya.
John White, American,

beauty curse. Curse love and
faces!
Anonymous, English
[
lOI
thought was true.
be asleep by ten.
b.
1958
The Bridge
at Villeneuve-la-
Garenne. Alfred
1
Sisley, British,
839- 899. Oil on canvas, 1872.

1
MIRABEAU BRIDGE
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Must I recall
Our loves
recall
how then
After each sorrow joy came back again
Let night come on bells end the day
The days
go by
me
still
Hands joined and face to

While underneath
The
Weary
face
stay
let's
stay just so
bridge of our arms shall go
Let night
come on
go by
me
bells
still
All love goes by
How slow life seems to me

How violent the hope of love can be
Let night
come on
The days
go by
The days
me
end the day
bells
still
stay
the weeks pass by beyond our ken
Neither time past
of endless looks the river's flow
The days
All love goes by as water to the sea
end the day

I
stay
Nor
Under
love
comes back again
the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Let night
come on
The days
go by
me
bells
still
end the day

I
CuiLLAUME Apollinaire,
stay
Frciich, 1880-1918
Yesterday He Still Looked in
My Eyes
YESTERDAY HE STILL
LOOKED IN MY EYES
Yesterday he
still
my
looked in
A child-murderer,
eyes, yet
his looks are bent aside.
today
Yesterday
And
he sat here until the birds began, but

today
those larks are
all
And you are wise, you

am stunned.
lament of women in all times:
Stupid creature!
live
while
And
Love
woman
is
what was
it
water, blood
tears are
a
Why do
To
water,
and no mother:
we
love.
My
love,
what was
Yesterday he lay at
my
it
feet.
life fell
out like
My
know
I
It is
love,
what was
it I
there,
did to you?
know wherever
love holds
power
like a gardener.
almost like shaking a tree, in time
some
my
ripe apple
comes
love
whatever
Marina IsvETAYEVA,
104
me
can see now, I'm a lover no longer.
falling
for everything, for everything
a rusty kopeck.
break you.
he threw
to live in fire,
Death approaches soon
did to you?
He even
to
girl is their reply.
everything, don't argue with me!
And now
compared me with the Chinese empire! Then

suddenly he let his hands fall open, and
my
He wanted
My
cry stretches across the earth:
Why?
and then abandoned me on steppes of ice.

love, 1 know what you have done to me.
Along the white road they are taken away.
And one
ask the bed:
another
me
did to you?
it I
taught
then expect no justice or mercy from her.

Ships carry away the ones
kiss
am.
He
always washes in blood and tears.
a step-mother,
demand:
shall
suffer and live in penury?
His kisses stopped.
did to you?
is
what was
love,
ask this chair,
Now for the

My love,
yet even in Hell
My
ravens.
before some court
loathsome and timid
stand
it
down. So
me,
forgive
was
did to you.
Russian, 1892-1941
FAREWELL
UNGRATEFUL TRAITOR
Farewell ungrateful
The
1
Farewell
Letter. Jean Baptiste Camille Corot, French,
796-
875. Oil on wood.
traitor,
my perjured
swain,
Let never injured creature

Believe a
The
Surpasses
But
man
again.
pleasure of possessing
'tis
all
expressing,
too short a blessing.
And
love too long a pain.
Tis easy to deceive us

In pity of your pain,
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.

we have descried it,
Before
There
is
no
bliss beside
But she that once has
it,
tried
it
Will never love again.
The
passion you pretended
Was only
to obtain,
But when the charm
is
ended
The charmer you disdain.

Your love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our treasure,
But dying
is
When
a pleasure,
living is a pain.
John Dryden,
English, 1631-1700
THE STARS STAND UP IN THE AIR

The stars stand up in the air
The sun and the moon are gone,
The strand of its waters is bare.
And her sway is swept From the swan.
The cuekoo was
Hid
in the
How my
Tis
my
ealling
all
But sweeter than

Is
I
storin
is
fled
I
love
to
violin or lute
and she
wish that
And
all
my
left
me
behind.
music were mute.
beauty were blind.
more shapely than swan by the strand,

more radiant than grass after dew,
She's more fair than the stars where they standShe's
day,
branches above.
grief that
my
She's
away,
gave her
my
Tis
love!
my grief that
Anonymous,
Three things through love see

Sorrow and sin and death
And my mind reminding me
That this doom breathe with my breath.
her ever
knew!
Irish
The Coming Storm.
106
Martin Johnson Hcadc, American,
8 19- 1904. Oil on canvas, 1859.
SOUVENIRS
my
me
love has left
and
has gone from
me
with no keepsake nothing
not a glove handkerchief lock of hair picture
only in
the
memory
night the magic snowfall
first
the
warm
the
we
blue-walled room
looking out at
snow
listening to
music drinking the same cocktail
my hand searching my eyes

my hands touching her
me answering my lips
she pressing
the
first kiss
she close to
waking
at
morning eyes opening slowly
approaching her house trembling
room
kissing her entering the
waking
night writing a
all
poem
for
her
thinking of her planning her pleasure
remembering her
she cooking for
kissing
we
more
to
me
telling
with
our
remember
she denying
all
least liking
me
little
lives
and desire
eating with
me
kisses over the face
till
morning
better to forget
me
slashing
pain forgotten
if only
Dudley Randall,
my
love
she comes back to
American,
b.
me
1914
Old Souvenirs.
John Frederick Peto, American, 1854-1907.
Oil on canvas, ca. 1881-1901.
107.
ALONE IN HER BEAUTY

Who is
lovelier
than she?
Yet she lives alone in an
She
Which
.
me
tells
humbled now
is
When
empty
valley.
she eame from a good family

into the dust.
trouble arose in the
Her brothers and
close kin
Kuan
were
district,
killed.
What
use were their high offices,

Not even shielding their own lives?
The world
has but scorn for adversity;
Hope goes out, like the light of a candle.

Her husband, with a vagrant heart.
Seeks a new face like a new piece of jade;
And when morning-glories furl at night

And mandarin-ducks lie side by side,
All he can see is the smile of the new love,
While the
old love
weeps unheard.
in its mountain source.
The brook was pure
But away from the mountain

.
Waiting
for
its
waters darken.
her maid to come from
selling pearls
For straw to cover the roof again.
She picks
And
lets
few flowers, no longer
pine-needles
fall
And, forgetting her thin
She leans
Tv
in the
io
her hair.
tall
and the
cold,
bamboo.
Fu, Chinese, 712-770
Harunob Japanese,
Harunobu,
1768.
silk sleeve
sunset by a
Girl with Lantern
ca.
for
through her fingers.
on
1
Balcony
at
Night. Suzuki
725- 1770. Woodblock
print in eolors,
A LOON I THOUGHT IT WAS

A
loon
But
To
thought
was my
it
it
was,
love's
splashing oar.
Sault Ste. Marie he has departed,
My love has gone on before me,

Never again can
it
loon
But
it
thought
was my
see him.
was,
love's splashing oar.
Anonymous, Chippewa
Indian
Courtesan Holding a Fan. Kitagawa Utamaro,

Japanese, i753(?)-i8o6. Woodblock print in colors.
THE REJECTED WIFE

Entering the Hall, she meets the
new
wife;
Leaving the gate, she runs into former husband.
Words
stick;
does not manage to say anything.
Presses hands together; stands hesitating.

Agitates moon-like fan, sheds pearl-like tears.
Realizes she loves
him
as
Present pain never come
much
to
as ever,
an end.
Anonymous, China
io9_
THE SPRING AND THE FALL

In the spring oF the year, in the spring of the year,
I
walked the road beside
The
I
see
He
my dear.
were black where the bark was wet.
trees
them
yet, in the spring of the year.
me
a bough of the blossoming peach

That was out of the way and hard to reach.
broke
In the
I
The
I
fall
of the year, in the
walked the road beside
fall
of the year,
my dear.
rooks went up with a raucous
hear them
still,
He laughed at
And broke my
trill.
in the fall of the year.
all I
dared to praise,
heart, in
little
ways.
Year be springing or year be falling.
The
bark will drip and the birds be calling.
There's
much
that's fine to see
In the spring of a year, in the
Tis not love's going hurts
But that
it
Edna
Peach Blossoms
Villiers
le Bel. Childc
Hassam,
American, 1859-19^5. Oil on canvas.
10
went
St.
in little
and hear
fall
of a year.
my days.
ways.
Vincent Millay, American, 1892-1950
Mademoiselle Marie Dihau

(1843-1935). Edgar Degas, French,
18^41917. Oil on canvas.
DO NOT LOOK FOR LOVE THAT IS A DREAM
do not look
I
for love that is a
And, though young spring and summer pass away.
dream
only seek for courage to be
still;
To bear my grief with an unbending

And when I am aweary not to seem.
Let the round world
roll
on; let the sun beam;
Let the wind blow, and
let
the rivers
The everlasting sea, and on

The palms
will,
the
And autumn and cold winter come again,

And though my soul, being tired of its pain.
Pass from the ancient earth, and though my clay
Return to dust, my tongue shall not
complain;
fill
hill
No man
almost touch heaven, as children
shall
mock me
after this
Christina Rossetti,
deem.
[ill]
my day.
English, 1830-1894
RESPONSE
When you wrote your letter it was April,
And you were glad that it was spring weather,
And that the sun shone out in turn with showers
of rain.
write in waning
And am
I
Are
tied
May and it is autumn.

my chrysanthemums
glad that
up
fast to strong posts.
So that the south winds cannot beat them down.
am glad that they are tawny coloured.

And fiery in the low west evening light.
And am glad that one bush warbler
I
Still
sings in the honey-scented wattle
But oh, we have remembering hearts,
And we
say
"How
green
it
was
in
such and such
an April,"
And "Such and such an autumn was very golden,"

And "Everything is for a very short time."
Mary Ursula Bethell, New
The
Zealand, 1874-1945
Letter. Mary Cassatt, American, 1844-1926. Drypoint
and aquatint printed
in color,
1890-91.
In the Woods. Asher Brown Durand, American, 1796-1886.

[112
THE IMPULSE
It
was
And
Sudden and
too lonely for her there,
And
The
too wild,
since there
were but two of them.
And no child.
And he
swift and light as that
ties gave.
learned of finalities
Besides the grave.
Robert Frost, American, 1874-1963
And work was

She was
And
little
in the house,
free.
followed where he furrowed
Or
She rested on
The
With
field,
felled tree.
a log
and tossed
fresh chips.
song only
to herself
On her lips.
And once she went to break
Of black alder.
She strayed
When
And
didn't
Or
She
bough
so far she scarcely heard
he called her
answer
didn't speak
return.
stood,
and then she ran and hid
In the fern.
He
never found her, though he looked
Everywhere,
And he asked at her mother's house

Was she there.
WALKED PAST A HOUSE

WHERE LIVED ONCE
A RANT
"What you wanted

I
walked past
man and
house where
woman
are
still
hved once:
together in the
said
took! Don't stand
told
you"
left
me
around
my bedroom making things cry
whispers there.
Many
"and what you
years have passed with the quiet
hum
of the staircase bulb going on
any more! I'm not going
and off and on again.
thrash the floor or throw any

apples!
The
keyholes are like
where
all
little
the blood seeped out.
And
To
let it rot!
wounds
hell
the monster in
any more!
I
want
to
stand once again as
began
to fall apart
was
did
my first love all night long

When we left at dawn, the house
in the
and since then the
doorway.
city
till
to
be
filled
in the
till
to
pictures
swung
all in
was crowded with
windows.
raced to the door.
with longing again
dark burn marks show on
want
The
Trinidad.
my
"Come back
skin.
You
I
too easily arrived at; most
oppressive.
the plants imagined us
the whole world.
want
my own bed
The silence
Well.
on the wall with boredom and
and
since then
with the radio,
I'm not going to be
inside,
people pale as death.
holding
to
Book of Life, to be written every

hand hurts.
footsteps.
single day
the writing
Israeli, b.
your
cried "for a minute!
new
shoes.
[114
the
"
Frank OHara,
1924
And
There were no
Wow! what a relief!
coffee pot's yours!
be written again
Yehuda Amichai,
left
"
American, 1926-1966
Thursday. John Moore. American,
b.
1941. Oil
on canvas, 1980.
A SPRING NIGHT IN SHOKOKU-JI
THE NIGHT HAS A
THOUSAND EYES
Eight years ago this
May
We walked under cherry blossoms

At night
All that
Is
in
I
an orchard in Oregon.
wanted then
And
the day but one;
With
the dying sun.
in the night
In a garden of the old capital

I
night has a thousand eyes,
Yet the light of the bright world dies
forgotten now, but you.
Here
The
feel the
trembling ghost of Yugao
I remember your cool body

Naked under a summer cotton
Gary Snyder,
American,
b.
The mind has a thousand eyes,

And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole
dress.
1930
life
dies
When love is done.

Francis William Bourdillon,
English,
1852-1921
Oriental Pleasure Garden. Paul Klee,

German, 1879-1940. Oil on cardboard,
1925.
Madame Joseph-Michel Ginoux

(Marie Julien, 1848-1911). Vincent van Gogh, Dutch,
L'Arlesienne:
1853-1890.
WESTERN WIND, WHEN

WILL THOU BLOW
Western wind, when
The
Christ,
if
And
small rain
my
I
in
love
will
thou blow
down can
were
in
rain?
my arms
my bed again!
Anonymous,
English, i6th century
WHEN YOU ARE OLD

When you are old and grey and full of sleep.
And nodding by the fire, take down this book.
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And
loved your beauty with love false or true.
But one
And
man
loved the pilgrim soul in you.
loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down
beside the glowing bars,
how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Murmur,
a little sadly,
Irish,
1865-1939
[117]
<^/r
JOYS THAT STING

Oh
doe not
die, says
All
women
so.
Women?
It is
But
How
Donne, /or
in a life
made
shall hate
sentence rings.
false the
desolate
the joys once shared that have the stings.
To take the old walks alone, or not at all.

To order one pint where ordered two.
To think of, and then not to make, the small
I
Time-honoured joke (senseless
to all
but you);
To laugh (oh, one 11 laugh), to talk upon

Themes that we talked upon when you were
there,
To make some poor pretence

Be kind
to one's old friends,
of going on,
and seem
to care,
While no one (O God) through the years will say

simplest, common word in just your way.
The
C. S. Lewis,
The Green
Blouse.
Oil on canvas, 191
I'icrrc
Hns^lish,
1898-1963
RAIN
Bonnard, French, 1867-1947.
9.
sad sort of rain.
Today, and
Spring Showers,
New
York,
Look
1900. Alfrtcl Stie^litz,
In
American. 1864-1946. I'hoto^raMirc.
iiH
inside, alone.
at the pictures
London and
Paris
took of you
and Spain.
What
good will
it
do
This dark gray mood
To
To
try to think
back
that sunlit blue?
Better to clean,
Bake bread,
And feed the fire.

So when our sons come home
From
school.
The house
will feel
warm.
Unclouded, serene.
No one must
Of me
that
see the ghost
wanders
Over the field and wood

Above this thin rain.
Filled with an ache
And
a crazy refrain.
Never again
Never again
We two at the farm
Or in London or Spain.
But under some other moon
Maybe?
Under some unknown sun,
Again, we two, we two might be
Always again?
Margaret Newlin,
American,
b.
1925
SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE

Sometimes with one
for fear
But now
pay
(I
is
love
fill
myself with rage
effuse unreturn'd love.
think there
certain one
is
no unreturn'd
way
love, the
or another,
loved a certain person ardently and
my
love
was
not return'd.
Yet out of that
have written these songs.
Walt Whitman,
Woman
American, 1819-1892
Playing the Kithara. From the Villa of P. Fannius

Roman, 40-30 b.c. Fresco on Ume
Synistor at Boscoreale.
plaster.
PAST ONE O'CLOCK
Past one o'clock. You must have gone to bed.
TO
The Milky Way streams
Lm in
Music, when
soft voices die,
silver
through the night.
no hurry; with lightning telegrams
have no cause
to
wake
or trouble you.
Vibrates in the memory;
And,
Odours, when sweet
Love's boat has
smashed against the
Now you
are quits.
violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
to
Rose leaves, when the rose
Are heaped
And
Love
is
dead,
itself shall
when thou
art gone.
is
closed.
daily grind.
Why bother then
balance mutual sorrows, pains, and hurts.
Behold what quiet
settles
on the world.
in tribute
from the
stars.
In hours like these, one rises to address
The
slumber on.
Percy Bysshe Shelley,
and
Night wraps the sky
for the beloved's bed;
so thy thoughts,
as they say, the incident
ages, history,
and
all
creation.
Vladimir Mayakovsky,
English, 1792-1822
120
Russian, 1893-1930
LAMENT
The
stars
and waves
and the
call
rivers
you back.
Pindar, Greek,
ca.
522-443
B.C.
Waterfall. Lid of a
writing box. Japanese,
late
8th century.
Sprinkled design on lacquer.
LISTEN, WILL YOU LEARN

TO HEAR ME FROM AFAR
Listen, will you learn to hear
It's
me from
a question of inclining the heart
afar?
more than
the ear.
You'll find bridges in yourself
To
reach
all
the
way
to
and roads
me who
waits and stares.
What does it matter, the Atlantic's width.

The fields, woods, mountains between us two?
One by one they'll have to give up on that day
You turn your eyes
this way.
Jules Supervielle, French, 1884-1960
Landscape.
Detail from Virgin and ChiU. Joos van Cleve,
Flemish, active by 1507,
wood,
ca. 1525.
d.
1540/41.
Tempera and
oil
on
The Marriage of True Minds
SONNET CXVI
Let
me
not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments,
love
is
not love
Which ahers when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no!
it is
That
It is
an ever-fixed mark,
looks on tempests
the star to every
Whose
worth's
and
wand
is
never shaken;
ring bark.
unknown, although
his height
be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and
cheeks
Within
Love
his
bending
alters not
But bears
it
If this
I
sickle's
compass come.
with his brief hours and weeks,
out even to the edge of doom:

be error and upon
never writ, nor no
man
Memisabu and His
Antoine-Laurent Lavoisier (1743-1794) and His Wife

(Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, 1758-1836). Jacques Louis
David,
Dynasty
runch, 1748-1825. Oil on canvas.
124
5.
me
English, 1564-1616
Wife. Egyptian,
Painted limestone.
proved,
ever loved.
ca.
2360
b.c.
TO MY DEAR AND
LOVING HUSBAND
If ever
two were one, then surely we.
If ever
man were
If
loved by wife, then thee;
ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is
such that rivers cannot quench.
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.

Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Anne Bradstreet,
ca.
American Colonial,
1612-1672
ALTHOUGH CONQUER
ALL THE EARTH
I
Although
Yet for
me
conquer
there
is
In that city there
all
the earth,
only one
is
for
city.
me only one
house;
And in that house, one room only;

And in that room, a bed.
And one woman sleeps there,
The shiningjoy and jewel of all my kingdom.
Anonymous,
Ancient India
[125]
GALANTE GARDEN: I
SONG OF SONGS
Spring morning!
She came
to kiss
me
am my
lover's
and he desires me.
Come, my darling,
Just as a morning skylark
let
Soared up from the furrow singing,
and spend the night
"Spring morning!"
Let us wake early and go to the vineyards
us go out into the fields
and see
I
spoke
That
And
And
to
her of a white butterfly
saw
in the footpath;
me
"How
she gave
said,
if
her red
"My
is
open
in bloom.
love you?"
me!
eyelids
The Song of Solomon,
710-1:^
eyes are for you
And you
for
my
red lips!"
The spring heavens

Were blue with peace and oblivion
A morning
Sang
in blossom,
There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes will spray aroma
and over our door will be precious fruit,
new and old,
which I have saved for you, my darling.
love you!
lips for
was kissing her
is
grape bud
and the pomegranates
So many kisses she cherished
the vine
if
new
a rose
I
Don't you know that
On
the
in villages.
QUATRAIN
skylark
in the still sleeping
garden
What
is
this
day with two suns in the sky?
was light and crystal

In the newplowed furrow
with a great voice giving
Spring morning!
Here
Its voice
Day
Juan FUm6n Jimenez, Spanish, 1881-1958
unlike other days,
it is,
Jalal-ud-din Rumi,
126
it
to the planet.
enamored beings, your dayl

Persian, 1207-1273
iîiiHi
so LET'S LIVE REALLY LIVE!

So
let's
live-really live! tor love
and
Now
loving,
honey! Guft of the grumpy old Imrruniphl-ers
what
s it worth? Is it even worth a penny?

Suns go under and bubble bright as ever
up but-smothered, our little light, the night
sudden plunge-and oblivion torever.
Kiss me! kiss
me
thousand times!
one
thousand again! Another hundred!
Don t stop yet. Add a thousand. And a hundred.

So. Then post, sitting pretty on our millions,
sums that none-we the least-make head or tail of.
Don let s know, even us. Or evil eyes might
t
glitter green,
A hundred!
over sueh a spell of kisses.
Catullus, Roman,
128
ca.
H4-54
b.c.
Bacchanalia. Pablo Picasso. Spanish. 1881-1973. Linoleum

cut, I9S9-
ANNIVERSARY ON THE ISLAND

The
long waves glide in through the afternoon
while
we wateh From
the island
from the eool shadow under the trees where the

long ridge
a fold in the skirt of the
runs
down
end
to the
day after day
mountain
of the
we wake
headland
to the island
the light rises through the drops on the leaves
and we remember
night after night
that onee
and
we
set
like birds
we toueh
where we
are
the dark island
out for
lie still at last
with the island in our arms
hearing the leaves and the breathing shore

there are no years any more
only the one mountain
and on
all
W.
Palm
sides the sea that brought us
S.
Merwin.
/\mcrican.
b.
1927
Tree, Nassau. Winslow Homer, American,
1836-1910. Watercolor on paper. 1898.
SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT

She was
Phantom of delight
saw her upon nearer view,
When first she gleamed upon my sight;

A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight
And
Like Twilight's,
But
all
too,
things else about her
From May-time and
to startle,
drawn
Dawn;
the cheerful
dancing Shape, an Image
To haunt,
fair;
her dusky hair;
gay.
and way-lay.
Spirit, yet a
Woman
too!
Her household motions
light
and
free,
steps of virgin-liberty;
countenance in which did meet

Sweet records, promises as sweet;
Creature not too bright or good
For
human
nature
daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears,
And now
The very
and smiles.
see with eye serene
pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,

A Traveller between life and death;
The
reason firm, the temperate will.
Endurance, foresight, strength, and
A perfect Woman,
skill;
nobly planned.
To warn, to comfort, and command;

And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.
William Wordsworth,
Young Woman with
English, 1770-1850
a Water Jug. Johannes Vcrmccr,

Dutch, 1632-1675. Oil on canvas.
A DEDICATION TO MY WIFE
To whom
I owe the leaping dehght

That quickens my senses in our wakingtime
And the rhythm that governs the repose of our
sleepingtime,
The
breathing in unison
Of lovers whose
Who think the
bodies smell of each other
same thoughts without need of
speech
And
babble the same speech without need of
meaning.
No peevish winter wind shall chill

No sullen tropic sun shall wither
The
roses in the rose-garden
which
is
ours and
ours only
But
this dedication is for others to read:
These are
private words addressed to you in
public.
T. S.
Eliot, American, 1888-1965
Flowers
1
in a
Chinese Vase. Odilon Redon, French,
840-1916. Oil on canvas, before 1906.
[131]
The
Lovers. Hishikawa Moronobu, Japanese,
1625-
ta.
1694. W(xxiblock print, sumi-e, from a set ot twelve sheets.
AMOROUS ANTICIPATION
Not the intimacy of your forehead
clear as a
celebration
nor the prize of your body,

tacit
nor the sequence of your
NOW SLEEPS THE CRIMSON

PETAL, NOW THE WHITE
sleeps the crimson petal,
now
the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;

Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
The fire-fly wakens; waken thou with me.
Now droops
And
like a
showing
itself in
will be so mysterious a favor
watch your dream implied
in the vigil of
my
arms.
Miraculously virgin again through the absolving

virtue of sleep,
quiet and resplendent like a lucky choice of
memories,
the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
ghost she glimmers on to me.
life
words or silence
as to
Now
mysterious and
still
and childlike
you will give
me
those far reaches of your
life
that
you yourself do not have.
Now
lies
And all
the Earth
thy heart
all
lies
Danae
to the stars,
Cast into
open unto me.
Now
A
slides the silent
meteor on, and leaves
shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
and
as
will see
you for the
God must
first
time, perhaps
see you,
the fiction of Time destroyed,
Now
folds the lily
And
slips into the
So
my dearest, thou, and

my bosom and be lost in me.
all
her sweetness up,
bosom of the
Alfred, Lord Tennyson,
without
love,
without me.
lake:
fold thyself,
Into
stillness,
will perceive that ultimate strand of your being
Enj^lish,
Jorge Luis Borges,
slip
1H09-1892
Argentine, 1899-1986
The Bridal Chamber of Herse.

ca.
132]
1550. Tapestry: wool,
Flemish (Brussels),
silk, silver,
and
silver-gilt thread.
PORTRAIT OF A WOMAN AT HER BATH

it is
a satisfaction
a joy
to
have one of those
in the
laugh at her
an Inca
house
when she
the sun
takes a bath
The Bather.
she unclothes
Edgar Degas,
herself she
French, 1834-1917.
Venus
is
shivering at the well
glad of a fellow to
marvel
no
is
at
the birds and the flowers

look in
Pastel on paper,
ta. 1890.
American,
1883-1963
THE GARRET
Come,
us pity those
let
who are
better off than
we
are.
Come, my
friend,
and remember
that the rich have butlers and no friends,
And we
Come,
Dawn
have friends and no butlers.
let
us pity the married and the unmarried.
enters with
little
feet
like a gilded Pavlova,
And am
I
near
my desire.
Nor has life in it aught better

Than this hour of clear coolness,
the hour of waking together.
Ezra Pound, American, 1885-1972
Ice Floes. Claude Monet, French, 1840-1926. Oil on canvas, 1893.
LOVE RECOGNIZED
There are many things in the world and you
Are one of them. Many things keep happening
and
You are one of them, and the happening that
Is
you keeps falhng hke snow
On
Is throttled.
Has been,
The mayor
clearly, remiss,
and the
city
Was totally unprepared for such a crisis. Nor

Was
yes, why should this happen to me?
I
have always been a law-abiding citizen.
the landscape of not-you, hiding hideousness,
But you,
like
snow,
like love,
keep
falling.
until
The
streets
and the world of wrath are choked
How many
things have
And
it is
Covered
with snow.
become
silent? Traffic
not certain that the world will not be

in a glitter of crystalline whiteness.
Silence.
Robert Penn Warren,
American, 1905-ic
NATURAL HISTORY
(A
letter to Katharine,
Edward
The
oil
from the King
Hotel, Toronto)
spider, dropping
Unwinds
Painting. Joan Miro, Spanish, 1893- 1983. Tempera and

on canvas, 1927.
down from
twig,
a thread of her devising:
thin, premeditated rig
To use
in rising.
FALL OF THE EVENING STAR

And
all
the journey
down through
space,
In cool descent, and loyal-hearted.

She builds a ladder to the place
From which she started.
Thus
I,
web
to
you
Come
near
me
now.
Exaggerate the green blood in grass;
The music of leaves
returning.
E. B.
sun going down
a truth discerning.
Attach one silken strand
my
softly;
of sight.
Dear dying fall of wings as birds

Complain against the gathering dark
gone forth, as spiders do.
In spider's
For
Speak
Out
scraping space;
White, American, 1899-1985

Multiply the stillness by one sound;
By one
And
syllable of your
all
All that
Spider. WcxxJcut
trom Hortus
To
rest
that
is
is little is
name
with
soon giant.
rare grows in
common
my mouth on
As somewhere
beauty
your mouth
a stars falls
siDiiUitis.
Published
in
Strasbourg by
Johann
L.
And
the earth takes
Exactly as
we
it
softly, in
take each other
natural love
.
and go
Priiss,
ca. 1497.
Kenneth Patchen,
to sleep.
American, 1911-1972
LOVE
So, the year's
All
SUCH
DIFFERENT WANTS
done with!
(Lure me for ever!)

March begun with,
The
The
April's endeavour;
May-wreaths that bound me

June needs must sever;
Now snows fall round me,
Quenching June's fever

(Lore me for ever!)
Robert Browning,
board
on the
floats
river.
board wants nothing
but is pulled from beneath

on into deeper waters.
And
the elephant dwelling
on the mountain wants

a trumpet so its dying cry
English, 1812-1889
can be heard by the
stars.
The wakeful heron striding

through reeds at dawn wants
the god of sun and moon
to see his
long skinny neck.
You must say what you want.

I
want
and
to be the man
am who u ill loxe vou
when your
hair
Robert
white.
Ely,
American,
Boating.
is
Ixlouarcl
b.
1926
Manet, French,
i8^2-i88v Oil on canvas.
18-4.
FOR THE MOMENT

Life
is
simple and gay
The bright sun rings with a quiet sound

The sound of the bells has quieted down
This morning the
The
And
footlights of
the room
Just one
beam
light hits
my head
it all
are
lit
again
live in is finally bright
is
enough
Just one burst of laughter
My joy that shakes the house

Restrains those wanting to die
By the notes of its song

I
sing off-key
Ah
it's
funny
My mouth open
to every
breeze
Spews mad notes everywhere

That emerge I don't know how
To
fly
Listen
I
toward other ears
Lm
not crazy
laugh at the bottom of the stairs
Before the wide-open door

In the sunlight scattered
On
the wall
among green
And my arms
It's
today
vines
are held out toward you
love you
Pierre Reverdy, French, 1889-1960
The Swing.
Oil on canvas.
Hubert Robert, French, 1733-1808
THE DOUBLE BUBBLE

OF INFINITY
The
I
night before the day of our wedding
dreamed
that the universe had a party,
All the stars
were
invited,
Beneath sparkhngchandehers, the planets

rejoiced;
Landscape with
In
all its
beautiful, candle-lit galaxies,
Crowded with glass-clinking revellers,

The Cosmos was Laughing with
Lasting Love and Light.
Kate Farrell, American,
Stars. Henri
Edmond
b.
1946
Cross, French, iS'^G-igio. Watercolor on paper.
Fragmentary Head of a Queen.

î^
Egyptian,
ji;yptian, ca. 1417-1379B.C
1417-1379 b
ynasty
18.
Yellow jasper.
Soho Bedroom.
British,
Bill
Brandt,
1904-1983.
CJelatin silver print. 1936.
OLD SONG
Takeoff your
And come
Soon
And
hard
sun be breaking
sea.
And all of our hairs

For aught we do
THE OLD WORDS

is
clothes, love,
me.
will the
Over yon
This
to
to say
For
all
all
be white, love,
our nights be one,
love.
we knew.
Simply, because the words
Have grown
Lips
and
Robert Creeley, American,
so old together:
eyes
and
tears.
Touch and fingers
And
love,
out of love's language,
Are hard and smooth as stones

Laid bare in a streambed,
Not
failing or fading
Like the halting speech of the body
Which will turn too suddenly

To ominous silence,
But
like
Slow
your
lips
to separate,
and mine
our fingers
Reluctant to come apart,
Our
eyes and their slow tears
Reviving like these words
Springing to
life
again
And again, taken to heart.

To touch, love, to begin.
David Wagoner, American,
b.
1926
b.
1926
UNENDING LOVE
I
seem to have loved you

numberless times,
In life after
My
life,
in
Whenever
numberless forms,
in age after age forever.
spellbound heart has made and re-made the
neeklaee of songs
That you take

your
as a gift,
wear round your neek
many forms
In life after
life,
in age after age forever.
hear old ehronieles of love,
age-old
its
pain.
in
Its
aneient tale of being apart or together,
As
on and on into the
stare
emerge
Clad in the
past, in the
end you
light of a pole-star piereing the
darkness of time:
You become an image of what
is
remembered
forever.
You and
have floated here on the stream that
brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one
for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers,

in the
shared
same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same
distressful
tears of farewell
Old
love,
but in shapes that renew and renew
forever.
Today
end
The
it is
heaped
at
your
feet,
it
has found
its
in you.
love of
Universal
all
man's days both past and forever:
joy, universal
The memories of all
sorrow, universal
loves
merging with
life.
this
one
love of ours
And
the songs of every poet past and forever.
Habindranath Tacjore,
Indian, 1K61 1941
Courtly Lovers. Signed by Rcza-ye Abbasi, Iranian

(Safavid), Isfahan. Opaque watercoior, ink, and gold on
dated 10^9 A.M.
/a.
I).
i6;ô.
paper,
'%
:i
GIVE ALL TO LOVE

Give
Obey
Leave
all to love;
thy heart;
Yet,
Friends, kindred, days.

Estate, good fame.
Plans, credit, and the
Muse,
all for love;
hear me,
yet.
One word more thy heart behoved.

One pulse more of firm endeavor,
Nothing refuse.
Keep thee today.

Tomorrow, forever.
Free as an Arab
Tis a brave master;
Of thy
Let
it
Follow
it
Cling with
utterly,
life to
the maid;
But when the surprise.

First
dives into noon.
her bosom young.
Of a joy
Untold intent;
Free be she, fancy
But
Nor thou detain her vesture's hem.

Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.
god.
Knows its own path

And the outlets of the
sky.
It
was never
It
requireth courage stout.
for the
mean;
apart from thee,
Though thou
As
free;
loved her as thyself.
a self of purer clay.
Souls above doubt.
Though her
Valor unbending.
Stealing grace from
It
will reward,
They shall return

More than they were,
And ever ascending.
1640. Pen and
colored washes.
vague shadow of surmise
Flits across
With wing unspent.

it is
Peter
Paul Rubens, Flemish, 1577-
Hope beyond hope:

High and more high
It
The Garden of Love.
beloved.
have scope:
parting dims the day.

all alive;
Heartily know,
When
The
half gods go.
gods arrive.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American, 1803-1882
144]
brown ink and
DARLING OF GOD AND MEN

From On The Nature of Things
Darling of God and Men, beneath the ghding
stars
you
fill
rich earth
and buoyant sea with your
presence
for every living thing achieves its life
rises
through you,
and sees the sun. For you the sky
the tempest
still.
is
clear,
Deft earth scatters her gentle
flowers,
the level ocean laughs, the softened heavens glow
with generous light for you. In the
first
days of
spring
when
the untrammelled all-renewing southwind
blows
the birds exult in you and herald your coming.
Then
the shy cattle leap and
swim the brooks
for
love.
Everywhere, through
all
seas,
mountains and
waterfalls,
love caresses
Venus and the Lute Player.

Italian
Titian (Ti/iano Vecellioj,
Wiu'tian). ca. 1488- 1576. Oil on canvas.
to
all
hearts and kindles
all
creatures
overmastering lust and ordained renewals.
Therefore, since you alone control the
sum
of
things
and nothing without you comes forth into the

light
and nothing beautiful or glorious can be

without you. Alma Venus! trim
my
with your grace: and give peace
to write
and think.
Lucretius, Roman,
ca.
gg-^s
poetry
and read
SONG
Love and harmony combine,
And around our
souls intwine,
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our
roots together join.
Joys upon our branches
sit,
Chirping loud, and singing sweet;

Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.
Thou
the golden fruit dost bear,
am clad in flowers fair;

Thy sweet boughs perfume the
And the turtle buildeth there.
I
air,
There she sits and feeds her young.

Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And
thy lovely leaves among,
There
is
love:
hear his tongue.
There his charming nest doth lay,

There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day.
And doth among our branches

William Blake,
play.
English, 1757-1827
Coverlet. Ann Walgrave Warner, American, made
Phebe Warner. Linen and
[i47_
cotton, ca. 1800.
for
WHAT THERE IS
ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION
In this
Do you
They hold me
ask what the birds say?
The Sparrow,
my green world
Flowers birds are hands
the
Dove,
The
Linnet and Thrush
say, "I love
In the winter they're silent
and
the wind
is
am
loved
all
day
love!"
All this pleases
so
me
strong;
What
it
says,
don't know, but
it
sings a loud
But green
leaves,
and blossoms, and sunny warm
weather,
And
singing,
But the Lark
The
green
That he
and loving
is
all
come back
so brimful of gladness
am
loved
all
day
Children grass are tears
love.
below him, the blue sky above.

and he sings; and for ever sings
fields
sings,
my
have
together.
and
he
"I love
am amused
to laugh from crying

Trees mountains are arms
song.
Love, and
my
cry
am
loved
all
day
Everything
Love loves me!"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
I
I
Pompous makes me laugh

I am amused often enough
English, 1772-1834
In this
My
beautiful green world
There's love
Peaceable Kingdom.
I-Alward Hicks,
1780-1X49. Oil on canvas,
ca.
all
day
Kenneth Patchen,
American,
1830.
American, 1911-1972
14H.
LOVE POEM
Yours
is
the face that the earth turns to me.
Continuous beyond
its
The mountain forms

With your
human
features he
that rest against the sky.
eyes, the reflecting rainbow, the sun's
light
Sees me; forest and flowers, bird and beast
Know and
hold
me
forever in the world's thought,
Creation's deep untroubled retrospect.
When
your hand touches mine, it is the earth

That takes me the deep grass,
And rocks and rivers; the green graves,
And
children
still
unborn, and ancestors,
down from hand
to hand from God.

Your love comes from the creation of the world.
In love passed
From
those paternal fingers, streaming through
the clouds
That break with

Here, where
light the surface of the sea.
trace your body with
my
hand,
Love's presence has no end;
For these, your arms that hold me, are the world's.
and oceans meet
In us, the continents, clouds
Our arbitrary
selves, extensive
Lost, in the heart's worship,
Kathleen Raine,
The Heart of the Andes.
with the night.
and the body
English,
b.
1908
Frederic lulvvin Church,
American, 1826-1900. Oil on canvas, 1859.
sleep.
IN
LOVE FOR LONG
I've
been
in love for long
With what
And
cannot
tell
song
will contrive a
It is
not anything.
And
yet
Its
That has no mould or shape,

From which there's no escape.
How can
It is
not even a name,
is all
cannot part from me;

yet as
still
As the established
What
Is
Tried or untried, the same.

It
burden and
I
it is
Flourishes sweet and wild;
its bliss.
In wrong, beyond wrong.
ever prove
I
All the world's
love?
hill.
day long.
This love a moment known
This happy happy love
constancy;
A breath,
And there it is content

And careless as a child.
And in imprisonment
is;
Being, being, being,
For the intangible
Yet
being
all
For what
sieged with crying sorrows,
I do not know
moment gone
Crushed beneath and above

Between todays and morrows;
And
That keeps its perfect laws

Between the tiger's paws
little
Held
in a
Is like
paradise
in the world's vice.
And
the happy doe
vindicates
its
Edwin Muir,
Improvisation
Number
Wassih Kandinsky,
27:
liussian,
cause.
Scottish,
18H7-1959
The Garden of Love.
1866- 1944. Oil on canvas,
1912.
THE WOMAN IN SUNSHINE

It is only that this warmth and movement
The warmth and movement of a woman.
any image
It is
not that there
Nor
the beginning nor end of a form:
is
are like
in the air
It is empty. But a woman in threadless gold

Burns us with brushings of her dress
And a dissociated abundance of being.

More
definite for
Because she
is
what she
is
disembodied.
Bearing the odors of the
summer
fields.
Confessing the taciturn and yet indifferent.

Invisibly clear, the only love.
Wallace Stevens,
American, 1879-1955
SOLO FOR SATURDAY

NIGHT GUITAR
Time
Man
was.
Time
Love was. Love

Yet
man
Nor
is.
Time
shall be.
invented time to be used.
is
is.
Love shall
Nor the smooth flow of new blossoms

Nor the drag of a heavy hungering for someone.
Love
be.
wears numbers one
to
or a
in a tight hold for keeps,
down and saying

now and here for always."
Fastening love
here
You don't do
Love
Nor
costs.
is
is
tall
light as a bubble, a blossom,
remembering bar of music
or a finger or a wisp of hair
this offhand, careless-like.
Love
leaving you lonely
or a sea
Who tells love numbers precisely ex-act-ly?
"It's
hammers
where phantom ships cross always

shadow always whispering
or a circle of spray and prisms
maybe a rainbow round your shoulder.
Heavy heavy is love to carry
and light as one rose petal,
twelve
And you look and read its face

And tell the time precisely ex-act-ly.
Yet who reads the face of love?
Holding love
a white horse you ride
or a rock in the moonlight for rest
love to be used like time.
A clock
is
or wheels and
never invented love
never forgotten.
not so easy
the shimmering of star dust
Carl Sandburg,
American, 1878-1967
Love and Innocence Clock,
[154
reiuli. ca.
1825. Cilt bron/e.
LOVE WHAT IT IS
Love
is
a circle that
LOVE LIVES BEYOND THE TOMB
doth restless move
Love
Robert Herrick,
lives
The tomb,
In the same sweet eternity of love.
English, 1591-1674
beyond
the earth, which fades like
dew
love the fond,
The
and the
faithful,
Love
true.
lies in sleep,
Ihe happiness of healthy dreams,

Eve's
dews may weep.
But love delightful seems.

Tis seen in flowers,
And
in the even's pearly
On
And
earth
dew
green hours,
in the heaven's eternal blue.
Tis heard in spring
When light and sunbeams, warm

On angel's wing
Bring love and music
And where
is
to the
and kind,
wind.
voice
So young, so beautiful, and sweet
As nature's choice.
spring and lovers meet?
Where
Love
The
1
Les Attitudes sont faciles et chastes. Maurice Denis,

French, 1870-1943. Côlor hthograph,
ca. 1899,
lives
beyond
tomb, the earth, the flowers, and dew.
love the fond.
The
faithful,
young, and true.
trom the
John Clare,
suite Amour.
156
linglish,
1793-1864
LINES
To
Movement
Show me
When
in
Mozart's E-Flat
Symphony
again the time
in the Junetide's
prime
We flew by meads and mountains northerly!

Yea, to such freshness, fairness, fulness, fineness,
freeness,
Love lures
Show me
When
life
on.
again the day
from the sandy bay
We looked together upon
the pestered sea!
Yea, to such surging, swaying, sighing, swelling,
shrinking.
Love lures
Show me
When
life
on.
again the hour
by the pinnacled tower
We eyed each other and feared futurity!

Yea, to such bodings, broodings, beatings,
blanchings, blessings.
Love lures
life
on.
Show me again just this:

The moment of that kiss
Away from the prancing folk,
by the
strawberry-tree!
Yea, to such rashness, ratheness, rareness,
ripeness, richness.
The Portico of a
Country Mansion. Hubert
Love lures
Robert,
French, 1733 1808. Oil on canvas.
life
on,
Thomas Hardy,
157
English, 1840-1928
BRIGHT STAR, WOULD I WERE

STEDFAST AS THOU ART
Bright star, would
Not
were
in lone splendor
And watching, with
stedfast as thou art
hung
alott the night.
eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless eremite,
1 he moving waters
at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth s human

Or
gazing on the
new
Of snow upon
No
To
yet
C^Jtf**
still
Pillow'd
upon my
fair love's
ever
Still, still to
# *#
*1*
J^*
4.V>.<^m
#.^
^*
unchangeable,
stedfast,
Awake
And
the mountains and the moors;
still
feel for
its soft
swell
for ever in a
ripening breast.
and
fall,
sweet unrest,
hear her tender-taken breath,
so live ever
John Keats,
or else
swoon
to death.
English, 1795-1821
Dante and Beatrice with the Blessed

-)(f
^ ^
from Comedia deli Inferno,

->k
*^*^ ^ *^^*^
.^"^^^^j^^^^^t^
Canto 27 of
shores,
mask
soFt-fallen
Paradiso, by
del Purgatorio,
Dante
Souls. Wbudcut
^ del
Paradiso,
Alighieri. Venice: Published
by Giovambattista and Melchiorrc Sessa et Fratelli, 1578.
The
Fly. William Blake, f^nglish, 1757-1827. Hand-colored
relief etching,
heightened with gold, from Songs
and of Experience
I5H
1789-94 (printed
in 1825).
oj
Innocence
LATE FRAGMENT
And
did you get
what
vou wanted from this Hte, even so?

i
did.
And what did you want?

To call myselt beloved, to
feel
myself
beloved on the earth.
Raymond Carver,
American, 1938-1988
Akhenaton Holding an Olive Branch.

ca.
1373-1362
B.C.,
Dynasty
18.
Egyptian,
Painted limestone.
ONCE MORE, THE ROUND

What's greater, Pebble or Pond?
What can
My true
be
self
More!
Now
adore
With the
With the
known? The Unknown.

runs toward a Hill
More!
my
visible.
life
Bird, the abiding Leaf,
Fish, the questing Snail,
And the Eye altering all;

And dance with William Blake
I
For
love, for Love's sake;
And everything comes to One,

As we dance on, dance on, dance on.
Theodore Roethke,
American, 1908-1963
THE WORLD WAS WARM AND WHITE WHEN WAS BORN

I
How
The world was warm and white when
I was born:
Beyond the windowpane the world was white,
How
glaring whiteness in a leaded frame,
Yet
warm
as in the hearth
like a
summer
and heart of light.
like the
Patience,
my
summer
Until the future has
In midnight
And
paralysis, nevertheless
The world was warm and hope was

All things
be
would come,
would
known
would be enjoyed,
be mv own.
All things
then, only,
become the
when
all
truth!
never known
past
the love of truth at last
Becomes the truth of love, when both are one,

Then, then, then, Eden becomes Utopia and is
infinite
fulhlled, all things
of 1914, in
soul, the truth is
Although the whiteness was almond and was bone

s still
the years of youth have
passed!
surpassed:
fulHlled,
and come
For then the dream of know ledge and know ledge
to
knows
Motive and joy
at
once wherever
Uelmore Schwartz,
160
it
goes.
Amc'rican, 1913-1966
The
Visit to the Lying-in
Chamber
(detail).
Gabriel
Metsu, Dutch, 1629-1667. Oil on canvas, 1661.
LOVE TELLS US WHO WE ARE

Love Tells Us
Who
When
asked the
Music Tells Us
What We
We Are.
Answer "Who?"
No Love Answered
So I knew I
Had to Wait
Feel
But Cannot Say

Love Reveals
What We Know
But cannot See
was Nothing But
For Love
Before You
For
When You Gave me Your Hand

I took My Hand
We are No one
For Love Tells Us
Before Love
We Are So
When
missing clue looking
For a Person
A Star looking for

A sky
An "I am" waiting for
An I
Paradise
by 1417,
wood;
ca.
(detail).
d.
1482.
1445.
Giovanni
Who
asked the
Answer "Who?"
Love Answered
You.
Donald
T.
American,
Sanders,
b.
1944
di Paolo, Italian (Sienese), active
Tempera on canvas, transferred from
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INDEX OF ARTISTS
Jjarnet, Will
Gogh, Vincent van
93
Bearden, Romare
Goya, Francisco
66
Bellows, George
Bonnard, Pierre
94, 118
Boudin, Eugene
49
Hicks,
Edward
90
Homer, Winslow
Marc
112
Chase, William Mcrritt
Cot, Pierre Auguste
150
van Cleve
Kahn,
52
Andre
Klee, Paul
124
156
64
rank
116
Lichtenstein, Roy
82
Lippi, Fra Filippo
53
iVlaes, Nicolaes
98
36
Paolo
161
50
loi
102
40
77
91
75
119
Edmund
J.arbell,
Tiffany Studios
C.
60
127'
Titian (Tiziano Vecellio)
103, 146
Toulouse-Lautrec, Henri de
92
17
45, 55
80
^8
V-J tamaro
Matisse, Henri
28, 78, 143
Metsu, Gabriel
160
M(K)re, J(jhn
Kitagaua
Vermeer, Johannes
137
Monet, Claude
67, 72. 81
Vuillard,
Edouard
16.
109
130
2S, 75,
79
115
Moroiiohu, Hishikawa
VJerome, Jean Leon
Sloan, John
13, 14"^
Turner, Joseph Mallord William
26
Frieseke, Frederick Carl
99
Stieglitz, Alfred
113
1 ragonard, Jean Honore
di
51
Steen, Jan
Jâ Tour, Georges de

Lawrence, Sir Thomas
Miro, Joan
Giovanni
38
86
Manet, Edouard
Rodin, Auguste
Sisley, Alfred
140
Durand, Asher Broun
Eugene,
139, 157
kjeurat, Georges
153
76
88
Robert, Hubert
Rubens, Peter Paul
Kensett, John Frederick

Kcrtcsz,
Dyke, Anthony \an
Wolf
29,
142
Robbia, Andrea della
122
Kandinsky, Wassily
85, 95, 111, 134
listes, Hichard
84
Reza-ye Abbasi
34
105
47
Edmond
Denis, Maurice
(X)s
23
-Lvavid, Jacques Louis
Dine, Jim
44
Corot, Jean Baptiste Camille
Degas, Edgar
32
15
Church, Frederic Edwin
Couture, Thomas
73
Rosenquist, James
Chardin, Jean Baptiste Simeon
Cross, Henri
62
83
Thomas
131
Rembrandt (Rembrandt FLirmensz. van

Rijnj
96
Hsiian, Ch'ien
Odilon
Renoir, Pierre Auguste
33, 129
Hopper, Edward
Vâssatt, Mary
20, 106
39
Hokusai, Katsushika
37
k.ed<)n,
149
Hockney, David
Brouwer, Adriaen
Cole,
57, 61
Reid, Robert Lewis
Heade, Martin Johnson
141
R.
108
no
Hassam, Childe
42
Brassai (Gyula Halasz)
Chagall,
107
128
Pissarro, Camille
31
llarunobu, Suzuki
69
56,
Bouguereau, Adolphe William

Bill
Xeto, John Frederick
71, 159
Boucher, Francois
Brandt,
43, 117
Picasso, Pablo
Guardi, Francesco
63
Blake, William
18, 24,
21
132
Warner,
/\nii
Walgra\c
Watteau, Jean /\ntoine

Keelte, (Jeorui
Willems, Joseph
68
14-'
87
70
INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES

l\
A
A
A
A
A
A
A
A
Celebration for George Sarton
Child
Is
Something Else Again
Dedication to
My
Drinking Song
Loon
Blake, William
Robert
Spring Night
76
Shokoku-ji
in
Very Valentine
116
After Drinking All Night with a Friend,
We Go Out in a Boat at Dawn to

Who Can Write the Best Poem
Brooke, Rupert
Burns, Robert
76
Buson, Taniguchi
Dante 30
Her Beauty 108
Although Conquer All the Earth
Amichai, Yehuda
19, 114
Amorous Anticipation 132
125
Drummond
30,
Leaves
XJarfield,
109
Come, And Be
Bethell,
My
Coward, Noel
Creeley, Robert
148
Baby
41,
cummings,
De
112
63
126
Goodman, Paul
Gray Room 60
100
Guillen, Nicolas
36
e. e.
77,
la
88
from the
99
Dryden, John
35
23
A. E.
91
146
90
92
105
61
Was Coming Back
156
Home-Sickness
52
Doolittle, Hilda (H. D.)
War
Herrick, Robert
78
God and Men
Mare, Walter
157
Cloths of Heaven
Hearing That His Friend
Cruz, Juana Ines DeLa
Donne, John
Mary Ursula
Betjeman, Sir John
21
144
Lardy, Thomas
He Wishes for the
141
Dickinson, Emily
63
82
39, 113
Love
to
Housman,
62
105
69
H.
66
87
43
Owen
136
148
97
36
Belloc, Hilaire
34
102
34
61
57
An Amorous Lady
Moment 139
Give All
48, 156
J-v'arling of
Bars
22
VJalante Garden:
28, 159
Crystal Palace Market
At the End of Spring
Lawrence
For Aitana
Francis, Robert
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
47, 69, loi, 117
ApoUinaire, Guillaume
Auden, W. H.
17,
Clare, John
English
Me
140
For Thee, Little Boy
95
125
30, 109
Anonymous, Irish 106

Answer to a Child's Question
Autumn
90, 128
Chance
Chippewa Indian
Kate
Frost, Robert
Raymond
to
For the
75
V^>arver,
71
Him
Ferlinghetti,
For
43
Catullus
Children
China
93
129
Ancient India
Adam
19
66
Anniversary on the Island
Anonymous,
Anonymous,
Anonymous,
Anonymous,
de
Byron, Lord
68
138
Bukowski, Charles
in
Angelou, Maya
Farrell,
Browning, Robert
Alone
to
Farewell Ungrateful Traitor
Browning, Elizabeth Barrett
Alighieri,
Eve Speaks
Tall of the Evening Star
38
61
144
28
Stedfast as
49
64
Andrade, Carlos
Were
See
22
131
82
Everything Promised
23
Bunting, Basil
Alberti, Rafael
116
125
Bronte, Charlotte
78
Akhmatova, Anna
Energy
132
Anne
Bright Star, Would
Thou Art 158
S.
Emerson, Ralph Waldo
38, 138
Bradstreet,
Eluard, Paul
Bourdillon, Francis William
109
114
Red, Red Rose
Jjiliot,
41
147
Borges, Jorge Luis
Was
It
Bishop, Elizabeth
Bly,
131
76
Thought
Rant
Wife
27
19
Am No Good
at
Love
Can't Hold You and
Do Not Look
Have Loved Hours
Dream
95
for
87
Can't Leave You
Love That
Is
1 1
at
Sea
53
88
My
Hid
Walked Past
Onec 114
Want to Breathe
If
Only
Love
Knew
Would Act on
If
Memory
Infancy
It
Is It a
Swear
52
What
Lucretius
Mother
Are
146
Madrigal
Marvell,
126
Mew,
Keats, John
Koch, Kenneth
Mo<jre,
Love
Lament
Late Fragment
81,
Lawrence, D. H.
NY.
Lewis, C.
S.
Lines
My-ness
159
Laughlin, James
Letter to
86
Love
Love
Portrait of a
Lady
Portrait of a
Woman
Pound, Ezra
134
80
None
Hear
Me
97
Yet
Vûatrain
14
XVain
38
Secret Feeding Fire
101
156
20
126
118
150
Randall, Dudley
Recipe
118
for
Now
the
59
107
Happiness Khabarovsk or
Anyplace
of
Response
57
112
Reverdy, Pierre
139
Rexroth, Kenneth
Blush Not So!
Oath of Friendship
Old Song 141
Once More,
134
90
Ralegh, Sir Walter
136
Us Are As Young 30
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal,
White 132
81
Love Lives Beyond the Ibmh
from
Her Bath
57
Pushkin, Alexander
14
Newlin, Margaret
118
at
84, 152
Neruda, Pablo
[22
Is a
34
Prevert, Jacques
16
44
i Natural History
41
Lorca, Federico Garcia
17,
42
Raine, Kathleen
Listen, Will You Learn to
Afar
102
99
157
Loneliness
14
My Baby Has No Name

My Woman 90
82
121
75
Poem
71
Thomas
Muir, Edwin
Lady
Po Chij
Mistral, Gabriela
33
83
121
Plato
no
56
64
70
Pindar
89
Mirabeau Bridge
14
Hudyard
Kipling,
Petrarch
120
136, 148
Column
Personal
120
Vincent
St.
Milton, John
43
94
O'Clock ...
One
129
Milosz, Czeslaw
25
65, 158
Kim INam-Jo
S.
Edna
58
"54
Charlotte
Millay,
XVavanagh, Patrick
Andrew
Merwin, W.
98
Patmore, Coventry
Mayakovsky, Vladimir
63
Ron
Patchen, Kenneth
89
69
Marlowe, C'hristopher
Juliet
adgett,
Past
64
Jimenez, Juan Ramon

Jonson, Ben
74
118
Joys That Sting
42, 114
Parting (Swir)
1 Vlachado Ruiz. Antonio
Month
Hara, Frank
Parting (Buson)
56
25
19
20
O
161
156
It Is
L(we's Philosophy
72
Our Child
135
Who We
Wrote Her Name upon the
Strand
150
52
Love Tells Us
U)\v
100
"
in the Fall
One Day
75
Love Poem (Raine)

Love Song
152
My
of
Lived
81
the Truth,
Long
Love Recognized
You Were Coming
In Love for
In
Love Poem (Plato)
48
House Where
the
Blush Not So!
65
Rilke, Rainer
Rocking
30
My
Maria
Child
Roethke, I'heotlore
Round
[172
159
R(H)ms
89
97
32, 51
16
82, iS9
Rossetti, Christina
in
Swift, Jonathan
Rumi,
126
Swir,
ud-din
Jalal
Anna
Synge, John
Oandburg, Carl
16,
May
160
Seventeen Months
16
Shakespeare,
WiUiam
She Walks
Beauty
36, 73, 124
75
a Phantom of Delight
Shelley, Percy Bysshe
130
56, 120
She's Gazing at You So Tenderly
Snyder, Gary
So Let's Live
SoFtly
Really Live!
128
loi
Sometimes With One
Song (Blake)
120
92
126
Celia
30
Sonnet (Barfield)
Sonnet XVIII
62
73
36
Sonnet XLIII, from the Portuguese

Sonnet
CXVI
Souvenirs
Spenser,
124
107
Edmund
Stein, Gertrude
Stella's
Birth-Day
Stevens, Wallace
72
The Confirmation 84
The Double Bubble of Infinity 140
The Garden 57
The Garret 134
The Impulse 113
The Kiss 56
The Meeting of the Waters 44
The Mess of Love 86
The More Loving One 97
The Night Has a Thousand Eyes 116
The North Coast 42
The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd 59
The Old Words 141
The Olympic Girl 63
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love 58
The Rejected Wife 109
The Song of Solomon
26
The Spring and the Fall no
The Stars Stand Up in the Air 106
The Street in Shadow 89
The Telephone 39
The Thousandth Man 33
The Two Uses 69
The Unknown 50
The Woman in Sunshine 152
The World Was Warm and White When
Was Born 160
77
60, 152
122
68
125
Tu Fu
74, 104
108
>^ nending
Love
Variation
Virgil
142
81
21
Wagoner, David 141

Edmund 46
Waller,
Wang Chien
35
Warren, Robert Penn

wearing the
Western Wind,
135
93
collar
When
Will
Thou
n7
Blow
What There Is 148

When Was One-and-Twenty
I
When
When
Love Flies In
91
90
You Are Old

n7
Where Does This Tenderness Come
From?
White, E.
74
136
B.
White, John
loi
Whitman, Walt
120
Williams, William Carlos
Wordsworth, William
52, 80, 134
24, 130
78
Such Different Wants

Supervielle, Jules
Tsvetayeva, Marina
132
74
Sonnet (Dante)
XXX
78
147
Song of Songs
Sonnet
Love
49
Song (Donne)
To
154
have never travelled
Song (Brooke)
Song:
90
42, 116
Solo for Saturday Night Guitar
somewhere
142
53
Tennyson, Alfred, Lord
43
Schwartz, Delmore
in
Rabindranath
41
To My Dear and Loving Husband

To My Sister 24
To You 83
To
20
64
Teasdale, Sara
Schuyler, James
She Was
X agore,
161
27
70
ToL.RM
154
Sanders, Donald T.
Sarton,
To Laura
77
94
138
eats,
William Butler
Thomas, Edward 50
98
3 Little Poems
To His Coy Mistress 54
Yesterday
To His Love
your birthday comes to
47
[17^
He
Still
You Playmates of Mine

You
Who
61, 76,
Looked
in
My
n7
Eyes
32
Never Arrived
tell
51
me
this
77
104
INDEX OF FIRST LINES

l\
A
A
child
loon
something else again. Wakes up, iq
is
thought
it
Here we arc again
How
How
How
was, 109
sad sort of rain, 118
my
Aitana,
Although
conquer
Although you
And
...
Springtime bows, 22
child.
sit
to
Br, ght
my
in a r(x)m that is gray,
heart, that
star,
would
V-/hance
says,
Come,
us pity those
Come
Come
let
as well be Forgotten,
stedfast as thou art
64
158
95
who
are better oft than
me,
to
only,
we
are, 134
The
am no
call
For thee,
can't hold you
do not look
have loved hours
hid
lie
live
love bars
my
Go. lovely rose
l~lad
Had we
I,
48
52
remember rooms
saw the tracks of angels
my
saw you take
seem
walked past
to
father old, 27
the earth pour forth
have loved you

a
I,
in the earth,
Tis true,
in
"
70
56
numberless forms, 142
house where
lived once, 114
If
world and love were young, 59

ever two were one, then surely we, 125
If
you were coming
If all the
in the fall, 52
who went
to Hght,
3,^
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year, 110
gifts, 21
my
green world, 148
Is
star, 92
wish that you and Lapo and
that have had their part, 89
his kiss!
46
catch a falling
till
in
5:5
never saw
In your next letter
with a lady and four cats, 93

and taverns, 36
144
CJuido,
dream
at sea, gray cities,
when young
In old days those
Go and
can't leave you, 88
43
all to love,
love
for love that is a
here thinking of you:
In this
VJive
and
Sparrow, the Dove, 148
traitor, 105
little boy, will
87
you on, 98
love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut, 83
Entering the Hall, she meets the new wife, 109

Everything promised him to me, 61
go,
not forget, 62
JZiight years ago this May, 116
me who
count the wavs, 68
may
and he desires me, 126
lover's
gocxl at love,
"I
For
me
that she
with thine eyes, 74
farewell ungrateful
work
the gliding stars, 146
God and Men, beneath
you ask what the birds say?
Drink
love thee? Let
shall
1 am my
60
away, come, sweet love, 47

live with me and be my love, 58
J_varling of
Do
may
were
do
the earth, 125
all
did you get what, 159
As
together, 42
did the party go in Portman Square?, 63
30
it
month
since
wish you'd
and you, 64
it is
a satisfaction, 134
It is
only that this
It is
the
was
the heavens' embroidered cloths, 61
It
but world enough, and time, 54
I've
174
first
say, 41
warmth and movement
mild day of March, 24
too lonely for her there, 113
been
in love for long, 152
are like, 152
Jâst night
Let
me
Life
IS
my
at
râst one o'clock. You must have gone to bed, 120
daughter's, near Blaine, 28
not to the marriage of true minds, 124
Oaw
simple and gay, 139
Listen, will you learn to hear
Looking up
the stars,
at
me
know
from
Shall
afar?, 122
Shang
quite well, 97
Love and harmony combine, 147

doth restless move, 156
Love
is
a circle that
Love
is
a secret feeding fire that gives all creatures being, 101
Love
lives
beyond, 156
Love Tells
Who,
L's
a girl in a food,
99
compare thee
to a
She
is
most
She
is
standing on
She was
Phantom
Music, when
So
soft voices die, 120
my
love has left
at
Love
me
went
somewhere
to the field, 19
Speak
has gone from me, 107
one of us are
as young,
X ake
Now
V^
sleeps the crimson petal,
blush not
O my
Luve
so!
s like
blush not
clear as a celebration, 132
now
so!,
a red, red rose,
the white, 132
65
76
Of College am tired; wish to be at home, 23

Of the thousands and thousands of years, 57
I
Oh
child,
Oh
doe not
On
do you know, do you know, 20

die, says
"Oh! Love," they
Donne, for
shall hate. 118
King of Kings, 49
the tedious ferry crossing through the obscure night, 100
said, "is
One day wrote her name ujx)n the strand,

One grand boulevard with trees, 57
One man in a thousand, Solomon says, 33
Our love has been dying for years, 94
I
for love
and
loving, 128
stop having a thing for you, loi

I
love
fill
myself with rage, 120
have never travelled, gladly beyond, 78
sun going down, 136
day
is
thirty-four,
77
off your clothes, love, 141
still
pool of the
air, 81
The board floats on the river, 138

The eye is not more exquisitely designed, 69
The flower of the pear-tree gathers and turns to fruit, 34
The fountains mingle with the river, 56
The highway is full of big cars, 66
The long waves glide in through the afternoon, 129
The night before the day of our wedding, 140
The night has a thousand eyes, 116
The pensive gnu, the staid aardvark, 82
The sea its millions of waves, 16
The sort of girl like to see, 63
The spider, dropping down from twig, 136
The stars and the rivers, 121
The stars stand up in the air, 106
The street in shadow. Tall houses hide, 89
The world was warm and white when was born, 160
30
Not the intimacy of your forehead
softly;
Stella this
17
That
>l
really live!
I'll
Spring morning!, 126
nephew, who is six years old, is called "Tortoise,"

"My parents, my husband, my brother, my sister," 14
My woman says she wants no other lover, 90
Baby
done with!, 138
Sometimes with one
the stars, 75
her attire doth show her wit, 69
in
let's live
Softly
yet, 14
father got on his horse and
My
My
7s
of delight, 130
again the time, 157
So, the year's
Star you gaze
82
lids,
in beauty, like the night,
Show me
child
my
She walks
IVlountains and mountains and mountains, 43

baby has no name
50
fair,
She's gazing at you so tenderly, 90
161
My
My
My
summer's day?, 73
30
ya!,
72
'75.
TRANSLATORS
There are certain ladies in our land, 41

There are many things in the world and you, 135
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, 44
These pines, these fall oaks, these rocks, 38
This
girl
This
is
Those
The name of the

title
name
to say, 141
Anna Akhmatova, "Everything Promised Mim

Rafael Albcrti, "For Aitana" Perrv Higman
picnics covered with sand, 42
Me
to
Jane kenvon and Vera Uunhai
Dante Ahghieri. "Sonnet Kenneth kcKh

Yehuda Amichai, "A Child Is SomethmK tise Again" and "I Walked Past a House
Where Lived Onte Chana Bloih and Stephen Milthell
Carlos Drummond de Andrade. Infancy
lilizabeth Bishop
Anonymous, China, Oath of Friendship" and "The Rejected Wife" Arthur Walcy
Anonymous, Chippewa Indian, "A Lixin Thought It Was Frances Densmore.
Anonymous, Irish, "The Stars Stand Up in the Air Thomas MacDonagh
Cuillaume Apollinairc, "Mirabeau Bridge Richard Wilbur
Jorge Luis Borges, "Amorous Anticipation Perry Higman
I
nder the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine, 102
V.ery
my
fine is
Western
wind,
Taniguchi Buson, "Parting" Harold G. Henderson
when
"My Woman":
Frederick Nims
thou blow, 117
will
We've made
a great
What
day with two suns
this
"What you wanted
mess of
love,
"When
told you," 114
was
just as far as
Paul LIuard, "Lady Love
Love
flies in,
Nicolas CJuillen, "Bars
91
it
full
was
does this tenderness come from?, 74

lovelier
Wine comes
Petrarch, "To Laura
forget
Plato.
all
'
.
Willis Barnstone
George Reavev
Perry
Higman
Higman
Nicholas Kilmer
"Love Poem": Willis Barnstone
Jacques Prcvcrt. "The Garden": Harriet Zinnes

Alexander Pushkin. "Shes Gazing at You So Tenderly
mouth, 76
With thee conversing
Shadow
Pindar. "Lament": Willis Barnstone
than she?, 108
in at the
My Child"
Pablo Neruda, "Our Child" Perrv
April, 112
Who
in
One O'clock
Czeslaw Milosz, "My-ness": Czeslaw Miloszand Robert Hass

Gahriela Mistral. "R(Kking
of sleep, 117
Where
is
Thurman
Federico Garcia l^rca. "Variation" Carlos Bauer
the sessions of sweet silent thought, 36
letter
Judith
Arthur
Higman
Antonio Machado Ruiz, "The Street
you are old and grey and
War
90
you wrote your
the
John
Samuel Beckett
Perrv
Vladimir Mayakovsky. "Past
to
Really Live'"
Juan Ramon Jimenez. "CJalante Garden

H R Hays
Kim Nam JO, "My Baby Has No Name Vet" Ko Won
could walk, 39
was one-and-twenty,
Gilbert Highet. "So Let's Live
WangChien, "Hearing That His Friend Was Coming Back from

Walcy
PoChii-i, "Children" and "At the Fnd of Spring Arthur Walev
Juana Ines DeLa Cru/, "I Can Hold You and C ant Leave You
86
in the sky?, 126
What's greater. Pebble or Pond?, 159
When
When
When
When
When
valentine, 78
Catullus.
is
of the poet and the
child speaks five words, 16
hard
Time was. Time is. Time shall be, 154

To think of you surcharged with, 97
To whom owe the leaping delight, 131
translator follows the
of the poem.
Moment": Ron Padgett

"You Playmates of Mine" and "You
I)
Fhomas.
Pierre Reverdy, "For the
time, 71
Rainer Maria Rilkc.
Who
Never Arrived"
Stephen Mitchell
es, yours,
Yesterday he
my
still
love, is the right
looked in
my
human
face,
Jalal
eyes, yet, 104
you in I'm not talking about, 81
You playmates of mine
in the scattered
parks of the
who
never arrived,
You
will
have the road gate open, the front door
city,
me
this,
ajar,
2S
77
Your thighs are appletrees, 80

Yours
is
Rumi. "Quatrain
Ijive
Cieorge Bugin.
William Radicc
rhe Song of Solomon. ".Songol Songs ". Willis Barnstone.

Marina Tsvetayeva, "Where Docs This Tenderness Come From'" and "Yesterday
He Still L(ked in My Eyes": Elaine Fcinstein.
Tu Fu. "Alone in Her Beauty Witter Bynner
Virgil. "For Thee. Little Boy": James Laughlin
32
51
to tell
ud
Rabindranath lagore, "Linending
You
your birthday comes
dm
John Moyne and Coleman Barks

Jules Supervielle, "Listen. Will You Learn to Hear Me from Afar
Anna Swir, "Parting" C'/eslaw Milos/ and Leonard Nathan.
84
the face that the earth turns to me, 150
176
Dante
Alighieri, Elizabeth Bishop,
Coward, and Edna
St.
Noel
Vincent Millay.
illustrations are equally varied
The
and range from
a statue of an affectionate Egyptian couple
who
more than 4,000 years ago to the contemporary painting The Heart, South of Naples by
lived
Jim Dine. In addition

ture, there are prints
to paintings
and sculp-
and photographs, draw-
ings, frescoes, tapestries,
and objects
in gold
and porcelain.
This exquisite and intriguing anthology has
been edited by Kate Farrell, a poet and a
teacher at Columbia University. Her previous
collection of poetry. Talking to the Sun, edited
for the Museum with Kenneth Koch, was
acclaimed by the Times Literary Supplement
as "one of the most beautiful and evocative
anthologies ever compiled."
Jacket design by Peter Oldenburg
THE METROPOLITAN
MUSEUM OF ART
New
York
Book
Brown and Company
Bulfinch Press
Little,
Boston
Toronto
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PRINTED IN ITALY
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love, family love, platonic love, lost

love, ideal love, troubled love.

the ages great poets have written about the

power and beauty.

Now love poetry

and treasures from The Metropolitan

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More than 150

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ART & LOVE

Anthology of Love Poetry

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who ably shepherded

Adolphe William Bouguereau, French, 1825-1905.

Mary Beth Brewer, my

Rubens, His Wife Helena Fourment, and Their

Son Peter Paul.

the book through production.

For acknowledgments of the use of copyrighted material,

Compilation and introduction copyright

1990 by Kate Farrell

All rights reserved

Peter Paul Rubens, Flemish, 1577-1640.

Oil on wood, ca. 1639.

Pierre Auguste Renoir, French, 1841-1919.

an illustrated anthology of love poetry

and introduced by Kate

Jean Honore Fragonard, French, 1732-1806.

ISBN 0-87099-576-6 (MMA). ISBN

PAGE 67: Terrace at Sainte-Adresse.

PAGE 85: Sulking.

Museumof Art (New

Oil on canvas, ca. 1869-71.

Titian (Tiziano Vecellio), Italian (Venetian),

an imprint and trademark of

Published simultaneously in Canada

Museum of Art and

Company (Canada) Limited

Prcxluced by the Department of Special Publications,

of the Gozzadini Family.

Italian (Emilian), 15th century.

Designed by Peter Oldenburg

Henri Matisse, French, 1869-1954.

with love and gratitude

Something Else Again

None of Us Are As Young

You Playmates of Mine

carlos drummond de andrade

For Thee, Little Boy