Happy Valentine’s Day, all! I hope you’re wallowing in lace-edged Valentines and heart-shaped boxes full of gooey chocolaty substances. Earlier this week, in honor of Valentine’s Day, my little sister’s debate society postponed their usual policy debate in favor of a poetry reading. I thought that was an excellent idea, so I’ve decided to, er, borrow it.
When it comes to love poetry, my personal favorite is John Donne:
She’s all states, and all princes I ;
Nothing else is ;
Princes do but play us ; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
— from “The Sunne Rising”
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? were we not wean’d till then?
But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
‘Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
— from “The Good-Morrow”
Then, of course, there’s Donne’s famous “license my roving hands, and let them go…” but that’s better suited to later in the day.
What love poems make you go all fluttery?