8 Quotes Tagged: love-poetry

Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice — I shall always feel thirsty.

DON'T SAY, DO

Do not say things
You think I want to hear.
Instead,
Say what you sincerely mean,
And really intend to do.
Do not think you are helping me
By occasionally
Being here or there,
If you really have no intention
Of holding my hand
All the way through.
Do not say you care for me,
If you do not care
Whenever I'm clearly
Down and blue.
And do not want what's best
For you,
If you do not wish the best
For me too.
Do not calculate gifts or deeds
Or your giving will never feel
Genuinely true.
Just say what you mean
And mean what you say,
And let's lay these down –
As our love's
Golden rules.

"The Scholars
"Bald heads forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald heads
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love’s despair
To flatter beauty’s ignorant ear.

They’ll cough in the ink to the world’s end;
Wear out the carpet with their shoes
Earning respect; have no strange friend;
If they have sinned nobody knows.
Lord, what would they say
Should their Catullus walk that way?

I say most truly that at that moment the spirit of life, which hath its dwelling in the secretest chamber of the heart, began to tremble so violently that the least pulses of my body shook therewith; and in trembling it said these words: Ecce deus fortior me, qui veniens dominabitur mihi, (“Here is a deity stronger than I ; who, coming, shall rule over me.”)

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVER

There is the mother
Who cooks too much
To feed her children,
And there is the mother
Who cooks too little,
Or not at all.

There is the bird
That returns to its nest
With just a frail worm
And feeds it to her babies,
And there is the bird
That kills its frail babies
Just to eat the worm.

There is the lover
Who argues that
There is never
Enough love,
And there is the other lover
Who argues that love is
All there ever
Was.

ACTS OF LOVE

Love is not a word
Or a thought.
It is the name for
An action
That breathes from its light.
What do you
DO
In Love's name?
And is it only done
Outside
In the light?
Or with an inner
Flame
Illuminating
Love's
TRUE
Name?

I want to know.

Are your actions
Done by remote
Or with
SOUL?
And when you say
You love someone,
Does a light go off
Inside at all?

What have
YOU
Done
In the
Name of
LOVE?

Because,
Really,
I want to know.

I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.