Monthly Archives: September 2017

“My darling Clarinda, Clarinda, my dear”— That’s what I am singing, And singing with cheer. My darling Clarinda, Clarinda, my dove, I’m singing and singing With all of my love! Your phone, it is jumping Right out of your hand; … Continue reading →

Oh, my beautiful dreamer, Your schemes, they thrill me deep, Though I have no idea If I’m awake, or sleep. Your pancake tricks do flip my mind; I laugh till I am re-aligned, And what’s to be or see I … Continue reading →

You cook, you sew, you do all things; You should be wearing Olympic rings. You make the beds, you mop the floor, You go to market, so much more; And when it’s very late at night, You write out poems … Continue reading →

You lie so snugly in your bed, A rain-cloud drips right overhead; Its drops tap on your windowpane. Sweet serenity of rain. Drip, drip, drip, and tap, tap, tap; You slip into your night-time nap. Tap, tap, tap, and drip, … Continue reading →

Oh, gentlest Lady I love so, I feel my arms around you go, I feel your sides, your strong, lithe back, I feel the soft solidness of you. I feel your cheek against my cheek, Soft, and warm, so soft, … Continue reading →

In Shangrila, the women say, Their lovers love them every day; For every day’s a loving day In Shangrila. In Shangrila, the men say, too, Their lover’s love is always new; They kiss them till they’re kissed all through In … Continue reading →

We are much greater than a novel is; No novelist could think, or even write, The dear, sweet honest love that lives in us. There may be dreams that shine as nearly bright, But we are real, and nothing else … Continue reading →

It’s only three stories high. Tiny pagoda. It is room enough for us. The first floor is for hugging. Tiny pagoda. It is room enough for us. The second floor’s for kissing. Tiny pagoda. It is room enough for us. … Continue reading →

Our paths, they do not cross, But meet and bump into—A single path That’s made of me and you! And now, together, dear, We down our love-way steer, Four hands on wheel one, With sideways tugs for fun, As o’er … Continue reading →

Oh, catch me, catch me, catch me, Sweet; Come tie me down, bind up my feet; Put chains around my arms, each hand, Then kiss me till I cannot stand. I’ve run away with poetry, And she would be my … Continue reading →

My love-dove lover wonders how, How can I be so passionate now? I answer, true love is not a game, Nor beast that’s wild, then calm-ed, tame. True love’s a burning, steady fire, A living force not wont to tire, … Continue reading →

Clarinda, Clarinda, I’m feeling forlorn, Big clouds overhead, cold is the morn. You’re so far away, Day comes more gray, And what to my dearest Have I got to say? I send you my love, my sweet lover true, I … Continue reading →

Sweet buttercup, I lift it up, Smooth petals to my lips; If you were she I’d happy be; You, too, with up-up trips! I’d lift you up, True buttercup, And you would ne’er say no, But up and up, And … Continue reading →

If I’m a mountain, you’re the earth that lifts me high; If I’m a tree root, you’re my leaves that touch the sky; If I’m a rock-face, you’re solid rock inside of me; If I’m an island, you’re the wave … Continue reading →

My soul’s delight, My blue shorts girl, Our age is ripe For love’s last whirl. A lasting spin Of joy’s loved dance Where all is win In true romance. This true, this last, This our real first, Is our new … Continue reading →

Oh you, oh yOU, Oh YOU, Oh, how I would love (yes, love!) To wrap my arms, My arms, my heart, my soul, All over and around—YOU! Look at that! You pull my legs And I don’t just fall off … Continue reading →

I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you, My soul, my body cry! And nothing on earth will stop me; I’ll have you or I’ll die. Oh why, oh why, and why and why, My soul … Continue reading →

My love, I know you don’t like lightning, It’s fury is too much. So close your eyes, my darling When our lips almost touch! They’ll touch, then press together, Great thunder, it will roll! Enjoy the stormy weather, Eyes closed, … Continue reading →

When the un came up shining, And the new ay began, And the ind swept in ispering O’er the iver that ran, I clasped my Clarinda And eld her with ight; “My arling,” I said, “You are my light!” I … Continue reading →

Clarinda barinda, my lobely, my own, Your lober-boy lobes you, yea, lobes you alone. He tinks you’re so pecial, so veautiful, too, Can’t help but keep falling in lobe ober you. So elightful you are, like the veam of a … Continue reading →

Don’t hesitate to write me letters, dear; Your deepest thoughts I’m always keen to read. Your written words are rich and clean and clear; Imbibing them, my drinking is great deed. Like warm sweet liquid through my brain they stream, … Continue reading →

“Ease the punishment!” the gods cried out. “Release the prisoner from all self-doubt! Then send her flowers, trees, and shady glen, For she has proved herself whole-souled again!” And all the gods came dancing down the day, And all the … Continue reading →

O Deary dear, my dear, Why do you pant so fast? You’ve only two more hundred poems And you’ll catch up at last. I’m slowing down, but four today, And you’ll have naught to do But sharpen pencils—oh, what play! … Continue reading →

My darling, Clarinda, Clarinda, my dear, I look out the winda And you are not here. Are you picking some flowers To put in a vase? Are you looking for powers To heat my love’s craze? Do you think to … Continue reading →

Today I’m feeling quiet; I’ve not a lot to say. I only think, My love, my love, my love, my love is far away. I’m far away from her, She’s far away from me; We two are two too far … Continue reading →