You wake up slowly. You hadn’t been aware of dozing off. You had been reading. A love poem. You look down. The book of love poems is still open on your lap.
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Well done, Elsa, not many of us poets here--there is another woman poet here but I cannot recall her Substack, have a view and try to find her.
Your post on love poetry pokes me to begin to post my love poetry since I find so little good love poetry ever written—which I consider mine to be.
The only modern poet who writes what I consider truly "good" love poetry is Kenneth Rexroth.
By good I mean the sexual aspects must be included but not as titillation or boast or in transcendental terms.
Here are a few lines from Kenneth's poem "Between Myself and Death" that I consider good love poetry:
I like to think of you naked.
I put your naked body
Between myself alone and death.
If I go into my brain
And set fire to your sweet nipples,
To the tendons beneath your knees,
I can see far before me.
It is empty there where I look,
But at least it is lighted.
I hope this inspires you towards good love poetry.
Poet Jack
lovely "song" from the heart... The warmth in us... holy ground...
Is it me or is it getting HOT in here while i read theses words? hehehe loved it btw ;)
🌹💚💙❤️
Well done, Elsa, not many of us poets here--there is another woman poet here but I cannot recall her Substack, have a view and try to find her.
Your post on love poetry pokes me to begin to post my love poetry since I find so little good love poetry ever written—which I consider mine to be.
The only modern poet who writes what I consider truly "good" love poetry is Kenneth Rexroth.
By good I mean the sexual aspects must be included but not as titillation or boast or in transcendental terms.
Here are a few lines from Kenneth's poem "Between Myself and Death" that I consider good love poetry:
I like to think of you naked.
I put your naked body
Between myself alone and death.
If I go into my brain
And set fire to your sweet nipples,
To the tendons beneath your knees,
I can see far before me.
It is empty there where I look,
But at least it is lighted.
I hope this inspires you towards good love poetry.
Poet Jack
lovely "song" from the heart... The warmth in us... holy ground...
Is it me or is it getting HOT in here while i read theses words? hehehe loved it btw ;)