Women have loved before as I love now; At least, in lively chronicles of the past— Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow Or Trojan waters by a...
Women have loved before as I love now; At least, in lively chronicles of the past— Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast Much to their cost invaded—here and there, Hunting the amorous line, skimming the rest, I find some woman bearing as I bear Love like a burning city in the breast. I think however that of all alive I only in such utter, ancient way Do suffer love; in me alone survive The unregenerate passions of a day When treacherous queens, with death upon the tread, Heedless and willful, took their knights to bed.Edna St. Vincent Millayhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-women-have-loved-before-as-i-love-now/ Less
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 't...
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found. Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure; Sometimes all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starvèd for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had, or must from you be took. Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-75-so-are-you-to-my-thoughts-as-food-to-l/ Less
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin. Swimmer, your body is pure as the water; cook, your blood is quick as the soil. Eve...
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin. Swimmer, your body is pure as the water; cook, your blood is quick as the soil. Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth. Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise; your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell; you know the deep essence of water and the earth, conjoined in you like a formula for clay. Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces, they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen. This is how you become everything that lives. And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms that push back the shadows so that you can rest-- vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams. Translated by Stephen TapscottPablo Nerudahttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxiv-you-are-the-daughter-of-the-sea/ Less
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shall-i-compare-thee-to-a-summer-s-day-sonnet-18/ Less
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love is merchandized, whose rich es...
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere. Our love was new, and then but in the spring When I was wont to greet it with my lays, As Philomel in summer's front doth sing, And stops her pipe in growth of riper days— Not that the summer is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-102-my-love-is-strengthened-though-more-w/ Less
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remove...
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-116-let-me-not-to-the-marriage-of-true-mi/ Less
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st The...
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more blest than living lips. Since saucy jacks so happy are in this, Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-128-how-oft-when-thou-my-music-music-play/ Less
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlear...
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearnèd in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue; On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed. But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love, loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-138-when-my-love-swears-that-she-is-made/ Less
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hai...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know, That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-130-my-mistress-eyes-are-nothing-like-the/ Less
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed. But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-18-shall-i-compare-thee-to-a-summer-s-day/ Less
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With ...
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion; An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth; A man in hue, all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created, Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated, By adding one thing to my purpose nothing. But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-20-a-woman-s-face-with-nature-s-own-hand/ Less
From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything, That he...
From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything, That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him, Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew. Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-you-have-i-been-absent-in-the-spring-sonnet/ Less
You were my friend then: now almost stranger! Our friendship appeared once very glorious; What happened meantime, gives me great anger; O...
You were my friend then: now almost stranger! Our friendship appeared once very glorious; What happened meantime, gives me great anger; Our friendship no longer remains serious. Fool you were, to be misled by others, Who drove a giant wedge ’midst our friendship; Cut off is our friendship, which me bothers; A nadir has come in our relationship. What years of intimacy have been lost? You’ve been foolish, very much on your part; Our friendship today is just but a ghost; Won’t your eyes see the true love in my heart? Dear friend however, you can’t be my foe; I hope that our friendship, blossoms once more!Dr John Celeshttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-a-lost-friendship/ Less
A birth in poverty is luck supreme! A death in poverty, a great blessing; A life of poverty is rare a dream; Achievements great, stark po...
A birth in poverty is luck supreme! A death in poverty, a great blessing; A life of poverty is rare a dream; Achievements great, stark poverty can bring. ’Tis poverty that goads nations do feats; ’Tis poverty that stimulates scientists; In everything, poverty, wealth just beats; The greatest men were in poverty’s lists. And poverty lessens our worries much; Account to God will be much easier; Poverty gives the saint a divine touch; In poverty, poets can fly higher! Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures; A soul in poverty, Heaven allures. 9-14-2002Dr John Celeshttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-the-magic-of-poverty/ Less
Respect your elders all if they deserve; Respect your servants too who you well serve; Respect your father for tilling the soil; Respect ...
Respect your elders all if they deserve; Respect your servants too who you well serve; Respect your father for tilling the soil; Respect your mother for her love and toil. Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge; Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge; Respect all good minds who advised you good; Respect the man of God who gave soul’s food. Respect all strangers who were all Godsends; Respect your foes who taught you self-defense; Respect those evil men who you troubled; Respect the tempter who well you misled. Respect your conscience which tells you what’s right; Respect your God who is your Friend and Guide.Dr John Celeshttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-respect/ Less
If I could write a sonnet on a star Then bottle it and toss it to the sea Would it travel to the corners of the Earth, And echo there ...
If I could write a sonnet on a star Then bottle it and toss it to the sea Would it travel to the corners of the Earth, And echo there the love I hold for thee? If I could write a sonnet on the moon Then bottle it and toss it to the winds Would it find your heart So you may briefly know, Where your love ends Is where my love begins? If I could write a sonnet on the sun Then bottle it and toss it throughout time Would someone from a distant galaxy Find no greater love Than that was mine Yet, I cannot write a sonnet on a star, Nor moon, nor even on the blazing sun, Nor bottle words to send them Where you are Nor coerce our separate hearts To beat as one And so my darling You will never hear The humble words of love I wrote for thee They remain encrypted, tightly sealed And yet they travel on eternallyTamara Beryl Lathamhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-on-a-star/ Less
First day we stepped into a school was great- In uniform with school-bag, looking cute! We could not walk or run and had a slate; We learn...
First day we stepped into a school was great- In uniform with school-bag, looking cute! We could not walk or run and had a slate; We learnt to read and write and be not mute. We learnt the Alphabets: count one to ten! We ate so happily when school-bell rung; Our teachers taught us how to hold the pen; We can’t forget those days when we were young. Our knowledge improved slowly every day; Afilled with joy in hearts, we went to play; Our teachers taught us manners and to pray; The fees- our parents somehow tried to pay. Although some hours, some days, we may detest, The years we spent in school are sure the best!Dr John Celeshttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-on-school-life/ Less
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable c...
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-12-when-i-do-count-the-clock-that-tells-t/ Less
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender h...
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory; But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be: To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-1-from-fairest-creatures-we-desire-increa/ Less
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not ...
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly, Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tunèd sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear, They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, Strikes each in each by mutual ordering, Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing; Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee: "Thou single wilt prove none."William Shakespearehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-8-music-to-hear-why-hear-st-thou-music-sa/ Less
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