I never thought much about poetry until I recently came across a beautiful poem by Walter Savage Landor. It was so beautifully written that I printed it off and stuck it to the door of my fridge. I had a chuckle when I looked him up on Google. Reading how he met his wife, I imagined him being a bit like the character of Mr Collins (played by Tom Hollander) from the 2005 movie Pride and Prejudice. Now Walter didn’t try to marry his cousin, but his approach was so much like Mr Collins that I couldn’t help but laugh. Only a man full of confidence, and maybe a bit full of himself would make the comment “That’s the nicest girl in the room, I’ll marry her”. But he did say that back in 1811….maybe thats how young wealthy men put the moves on pretty young women 😉
After reading some of Walters poems I began googling more, and more and after about an hour I had a few more favourites on my fridge. Considering it is Valentines Day this coming Sunday, I thought I would post a few of the romantic poems I found. Think of it as a little inspiration, something to bring out the Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacal in us all. If you read poetry and have a favourite of your own, please let me know or leave a link in the comment section below.
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Who Ever Felt As I? by Walter Savage Landor
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, who ever felt as I?
No longer could I doubt him true;
All other men may use deceit:
He always said my eyes were blue,
And often swore my lips were sweet
First Love by John Clare
I ne’er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter’s choice
Is love’s bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
Beauty and Love by Andrew Young
Beauty and love are all my dream;
They change not with the changing day;
Love stays forever like a stream
That flows but never flows away;
And beauty is the bright sun-bow
That blossoms on the spray that showers
Where the loud water falls below,
Making a wind among the flowers.
A Valentine To My Wife by Eugene Field
Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You’ll find the love I’ve often spoken
The love my dying lips shall speak.
Our little ones are making merry
O’er am’rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward very)
The genuine article’s expressed.
You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine.
What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I’ll mock old Tempus with repeating,
“I love my love and her alone!”
And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come.
So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I’d fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?