Love Poetry Out Loud: 100 Passionate Poems to Stir the Heart
Robert Alden Rubin
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Following the success of Poetry Out Loud (now in its eighth printing), an affectionate celebration of the declaimed poem, Love Poetry Out Loud now turns to the choppier waters of affection itself. From Hello, I Love You to Pleasures of the Flesh to Loves Me Not, this collection of one hundred poems shouts out life's grand passion with the help of the voices of poets old and new.
Rubin's informed, irreverent style skillfully reveals the humor, beauty, variety, tradition, and passion of love poetry. Insightful commentary on the poems' meanings and on ways to read them aloud, as well as notes on their history and background, are found on every page. Whether long lived like Shakespeare's sonnets or newly-hewn like Carolyn Forché's "Taking Off My Clothes," Love Poetry Out Loud makes each poem as fresh and inspiring as the first time it was uttered.
apart, And if you’d always bear my name Engraved upon your heart. Or would you bask in other smiles, And, charmed by novelty, Forget the one so many miles Away? … That goes for me. * * * CONVENTIONAL WISDOM Poems answer and comment on one another. One of the most frequently answered is Christopher Marlowe’s “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love,” which crystallized some pastoral conventions of classical and Renaissance poetry. We’ve already seen twentieth-century poets Ogden Nash
of the English Civil War. Orient = East, where the sun rises. Causes = The beloved’s beauty gives rise to flowers. Atoms = The particles of dust that twinkle in sunbeams. Dividing throat = When the beloved sings or speaks. Sphere = In the Ptolemaic conception of the universe, a sphere of fixed stars lay beyond the sun and planets. Phoenix = The mythical fire-bird associated with the sun. * * * ASK ME NO MORE Thomas Carew Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the
fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands * * * Small Beauties Cummings is suspicious of big ideas, grand abstractions, and sweeping pronouncements. On the page, his lowercase poems convey smallness. Read aloud, the
beauty to thrift shop Plus you ship hop when it’s time to, thinkin you fresh Suggestin beats I should rhyme to At times when I’m lost I try to find you You know to give me space when it’s time to My heart’s dictionary defines you, it’s love and happiness Truthfully it’s hard tryin to practice abstinence The time we committed love it was real good Had to be for me to arrive and it still feel good I know the sex ain’t gon’ keep you, but as my equal It’s how I must treat you As my
unbalanced, a circus clown carrying a tower of cups and saucers who slips on a banana peel and lands with every cup still full of hot coffee— well, almost every cup. A field of seeds pushing their green hopes through the frozen earth to what might be spring or a springlike day midwinter. Love ignores neat measures, the waves leave ragged wet marks on the shore, autumn lights one more fire in the maples. Tonight, you say you’re making our dinner and won’t let me so much as stir the