Love Poems – MADHU MALTI

Child’s Talk In April : Christina Georgina Rossetti : : Bird Poems : :

Child’s Talk In April: : By Christina Georgina Rossetti ( 1830 – 1894 ) , London , England : : I wish you were a pleasant wren,And I your small accepted mate;How we’d look down on toilsome men!We’d rise and go to bed at eightOr it may be not quite so late.Then you should seeContinue reading “Child’s Talk In April : Christina Georgina Rossetti : : Bird Poems : :”

Spring ( The Window;or, the Song of the Wrens ) : Alfred Lord Tennyson : : Bird Poems : :

SPRING.Birds’ love and birds’ song Flying here and there,Birds’ song and birds’ love, And you with gold for hair!Birds’ song and birds’ love. Passing with the weather,Men’s song and men’s love, To love once and for ever.Men’s love and birds’ love, And women’s love and men’s!And you my wren with a crown of gold, YouContinue reading “Spring ( The Window;or, the Song of the Wrens ) : Alfred Lord Tennyson : : Bird Poems : :”

The Cuckoo : Frederick Locker- Lampson : : Bird Poems : :

The Cucko : : by Frederick Locker-Lampson We heard it calling, clear and low,That tender April morn; we stoodAnd listened in the quiet wood,We heard it, ay, long years ago.It came, and with a strange, sweet cry,A friend, but from a far-off land;We stood and listened, hand in hand,And heart to heart, my Love andContinue reading “The Cuckoo : Frederick Locker- Lampson : : Bird Poems : :”

The Phoenix and the Turtle : William Shakespeare : : Bird Poems : :

The Phoenix and the Turtle : : By William Shakespeare ( 1564 – 1616 ) Let the bird of loudest layOn the sole Arabian treeHerald sad and trumpet be,To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger,Foul precurrer of the fiend,Augur of the fever’s end,To this troop come thou not near. From this sessionContinue reading “The Phoenix and the Turtle : William Shakespeare : : Bird Poems : :”

In the Evening : Anna Akhmatova ( Russian ) : Translation By late Richard McKane : : Evening Poems : :

In The Evening ( Russian Poem ) : : By Anna Akhmatova : Translation By Late Richard McKane : : : : In the Evening There was such inexpressible sorrowin the music in the garden.The dish of oysters on icesmelt fresh and sharp of the sea. He said to me ‘I am a true friend!’HeContinue reading “In the Evening : Anna Akhmatova ( Russian ) : Translation By late Richard McKane : : Evening Poems : :”

Black Beans ( Schwarze Bohnen ) : Sarah Kirsch ( German ) : Anne Stokes ( English Translation ) : : Afternoon Poems : :

Schwarze Bohnen /Black Beans : : German Poem By Sarah Kirsch (1935 – 2013), : : Translated in to English, in the year 2014 By Prof. Anne Stokes , Ph. D. ( German Literature ) , Ohio State University. : : * ©️ Carcanet Press/From theguardian.com- Educational Purposes only. : : : : : :Continue reading “Black Beans ( Schwarze Bohnen ) : Sarah Kirsch ( German ) : Anne Stokes ( English Translation ) : : Afternoon Poems : :”

Love Is… : Adrian Henri : : Morning Poems : :

Love Is… : By Adrian Henri ( ) Birkenhead, Cheshire. Love is… Love is feeling cold in the back of vans 1 Love is a fanclub with only two fans 2 Love is walking holding paintstained hands 3 Love is. Love is fish and chips on winter nights 4 Love is blankets full of strangeContinue reading “Love Is… : Adrian Henri : : Morning Poems : :”

Morning : Henry Reed : : Morning Poems : :

Reed, Henry. “Morning.” Listener 32, no. 811 (27 July 1944): 96. MORNING Look, my love, on the wall, and here, at this Eastern picture.How still its scene, and neither of sleep nor waking:No shadow falls from the tree or the golden mountain,The boats on the glassy lake have no reflection,No echo would come if youContinue reading “Morning : Henry Reed : : Morning Poems : :”

Spring Morning : A E Housman : : Morning Poems : :

Spring Morning Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot renews,And the hope of man as wellFlowers among the morning dews. Now the old come out to look,Winter past and winter’s pains,How the sky in pool and brookGlitters on the grassy plains. Easily the gentle airWafts the turning season on;Things to comfort them are there,Though ’tis trueContinue reading “Spring Morning : A E Housman : : Morning Poems : :”

Oranges : Gary Soto : December Poems : ; Months Poems : :

Oranges : : By GARY SOTO first time I walkedWith a girl, I was twelve,Cold, and weighted downWith two oranges in my jacket. 4 December. 5 Frost crackingBeneath my steps, my breathBefore me, then gone,As I walked towardHer house, the one whosePorch light burned yellowNight and day, in any weather. 12 A dog barked atContinue reading “Oranges : Gary Soto : December Poems : ; Months Poems : :”