Lying asleep between the strokes of night I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily’s leaf or head, Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite, Too wan for blushing and too warm for white, But perfect-coloured without white or red. And her lips opened . . .
Sonnet 1
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain, Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,— I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe, Studying inventions . . .
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the . . .
Life Outside
To punish me, Adam has taken over the trees: Don't touch any this time. He lets the ripe fruit fall and dissolve in the grass. I envy those flies that just ride their wings into sweetness. What do I say? I wish I could return to the tree and turn away. I wish we could lie naked in a field . . .
Haiku: late moon
late moon each thought the other had the key — John Brandi For more John Brandi poems, see Seeding the Cosmos: New and Selected Haiku This poem appeared in Every Day Poems Check out Funny Love Songs Check out Romantic Love Songs . . .
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