Saturday, February 14, 2015

A Couple Love Poems for Valentine's Day

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 man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;


And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.#

If It Were Not for You

Liebe, meine liebe, I had not hoped   
to be so poor

                   The night winds reach   
like the blind breath of the world
in a rhythm without mind, gusting and beating   
as if to destroy us, battering our poverty   
and all the land’s flat and cold and dark
under iron snow

                        the dog leaps in the wind   
barking, maddened with winter, and his voice   
claps again and again down the valley   
like tatters of revolutionary pennants
                                                         birches
cry and hemlocks by the brook
stand hunched and downcast with their hands   
in their pockets

Liebe, the world is wild   
and without intention

                               how far
this might be from the night of Christmas   
if it were not for you.

Down the reaching wind
shrieks of starlight bear broken messages
among mountains where shadows plunge
                                                      yet our brightness   
is unwavering
                   Kennst du das land   

wo die zitronen bl├╝hn, im dunkeln laub

die goldorangen ... liebe
art thou singing

It is a question partly
of the tree with our stars and partly
of your radiance brought from the land   
where legends flower to this land   
but more than these our bright poverty   
is a house in the wind and a light   
on the mountain

Liebe, our light rekindled
in this remoteness from the other land,
in this dark of the blue mountain where only   
the winds gather
      is what we are for the time that we are   
      what we know for the time that we know

How gravely and sweetly the poor touch in the dark.#


Still Life, With Grand Babies
                                                --for Linda


You on the blue recliner,
Twelve-week old Robby over your right shoulder,
Three-year-old Colin snuggling you on the left,
Close to your heart


            Close to your heart!

                                                            Bob / March 28, 2014




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