Happy Valentine’s Day to all my Readers. In honor of the day of love I am going to share some of my favorite poems about love and the most beautiful love letter ever written.
“Wild Nights—-Wild Nights”
By Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights——Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
To a Heart in port—-
Done with the Compass—-
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden—-
Might I but moor——Tonight—
How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee?Let me Count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach,when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need,by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love three with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles,tears,of all my life!——and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
by William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Fire and Ice
by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
I am a huge Austen fan and no Valentine’s Day would be complete without the greatest love letter of all time.
“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony,half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more you own than when you almost broke it eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have bought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan.—-Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes—-I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings,as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice, when they would be lost on others.—-Too good,too excellent creature! You do us justice indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent,most undeviating in
“I must go, uncertain of my fate:but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word,a look will be enough to decide whether I enter your father’s house this evening,or never.”
Persuasion by Jane Austen
Captain Wentworth’s letter to Anne Elliot
Wishing Everyone the Best Valentine’s Day!
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