I'ma (re)posting this for all you modern lovers. It could be quite lousy as far as love poems go, who knows, but it reminds me.
All the Earth, All the Air
1.
I stand with standing stones.
The stones stay where they are.
The twiny winders wind;
The little fishes move.
A ripple wakes the pond.
2.
This joy's my fall. I am!--
A man as rich as a cat,
A cat in the fork of a tree,
When she shakes out her hair.
I think of that and laugh.
3.
All innocence and wit,
She keeps my wishes warm;
When, easy as a beast,
She steps along the street,
I start to leave myself.
4.
The truly beautiful,
Their bodies cannot lie;
The blossom stings the bee.
The ground needs the abyss,
Say the stones, say the fish.
5.
A field recedes in sleep.
Where are the dead? Before me
Floats a single star.
A tree glides with the moon.
The field is mine! Is mine!
6.
In a lurking place I lurk,
One with the sullen dark.
What's hell but a cold heart?
But who, faced with her face,
Would not rejoice?
--Theodore Roethke
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