I occasionally feel vague howvague idon’t know tenuous Now-spears and The Then-arrows making doour mouths something red, something tall2. And on the verge of this horizon’s indifference, I watch as a ship slips into the distance. You’dwhisper that word into my earas if it were a thing you could taste —a sliver of fish, a swirl of chocolateon the tongue.
When you’re trying to convince someone to go on a date with you. R.“Orpheus, Eurydice, Hermes” by Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell She was no longer that woman with blue eyeswho once had echoed through the poet’s songs,no longer the wide couch’s scent and island,and that man’s property no longer. …And your voicecomes back to me through the trees, this wordfor what we couldn’t help but doto each other — a thin cry, unwinding.21.
The poem swings back and forth between those two registers.
Galvin claims she wasn't thinking of William Butler Yeats's poem "Leda and the Swan" when writing this poem.
"That was a really romantic night for me, and it was enhanced by my having done something so human just beforehand, something that I was ashamed of," Galvin says.
"I wanted to make the poem beautiful to other people in the same way that evening was beautiful to me." Galvin introduces lyrical language to counter the plain language used in the first two stanzas in order to "keep the engine running," she says.
The following poems speak to the emotions specific to different phases in relationships, from first-date jitters to decades-long loves to soul-crushing breakups. Poems with links in the title will take you to the full versions.)1. and you could not be happier.“Epistolary” by Jill Alexander Essbaum Dear BLANK. The untidy-up-able mess Of your meanness, piles of petty treasons Birthed like broken promises, breech. …Then with no walls around us, you and Iwill speak of truth to each other,the soil that grows the vegetableas deeply as the flower that nevertouches the soil.20.
When you’re infatuated and everything feels intense, yet vague and uncertain.let’s live like the light that killsand let’s as silence,because Whirl’s after all:(after me) love, and after you. I shall be brief, but frank, Terse if not curt, aloof, though unswerving—What little we had amounted to nothing. I sit on a sandbank as I scribe this, For tonight the twilit beach is impossibly Gorgeous. No the two of us together Like the last time, but whatever. When the relationship wasn’t meant to be, but the sex was fantastic.“The Word” by Dorianne Laux You called it screwing, what we did nightson the rug in front of the mirror, drapedover the edge of a hotel bed, on balconiesoverlooking the dark hearts of fir treesor a city of flickering lights.
When you are in the first blush of love and you want to shout it from the rooftops.“Steps" by Frank O’Haraoh god it’s wonderfulto get out of bedand drink too much coffeeand smoke too many cigarettesand love you so much6. When you find yourself thinking, “You know, there really aren’t enough poems about blow jobs.”“The Platonic Blow” W. Auden I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow, And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue. When you’re a queer gal who is tired of people asking you how “lesbian sex” works."Haiku" by Anna Pulley (Shameless plug! Mostly we are worrying aboutthe fuel bill and how to pay the taxesand whether the diet is workingwhen the moment of vulnerabilitylights on the nose like a blue mothand flitters away through clouds of mosquitoesand the humid night. I hate them as I hate sex,the man’s mouthsealing my mouth, the man’sparalyzing body—and the cry that always escapes,the low, humiliatingpremise of union—In my mind tonight I hear the question and pursuing answerfused in one soundthat mounts and mounts and thenis split into the old selves,the tired antagonisms. Anything by Rumi, but this one in particular: Come to the orchard in Spring. When someone's playing hard to get.“Evil” by Langston Hughes Looks like what drives me crazy Don’t have no effect on you—But I’m gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.4. When you’re fighting and seeking advice on how to grow together.“On Marriage” by Khalil Gibran Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.13. She was already loosened like long hair,poured out like fallen rain,shared like a limitless supply. And when, abruptly,the god put out his hand to stop her, saying,with sorrow in his voice: He has turned around —,she could not understand, and softly answered Who? There is light and wine, and sweetheartsin the pomegranate flowers. When you've just started dating and everything is playful and warm and sexy.“Some People” by Wendy Cope Some people like sex more than others—You seem to like it a lot. i like to feel the spineof your body and its bones,and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and againkiss, i like kissing this and that of you,i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzzof your electric furr,and what-is-it comesover parting flesh…. Let the mare in the fieldin the summer morning mistmake you whinny. When the years just keep getting better and better.“Plain Love” by Adelia Prado, translated by Ellen Watson Tough as old boots, plain love is scrawny, sex-mad,and has as many children as you can imagine. It plants three-colored kisses all around the house,purple and white longings,both the simple and the intense. It concentrates on the essential, what glitters in its eyesis what it is14. contributor, Galvin is the kind of writer whose technical skills tend to go unappreciated—even unnoticed—because her presentation is so pleasing.Fans love Galvin's poems for their wild imagery and surprising turns, but all the fireworks can obscure the philosophical questions she explores.
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When you finally have sex again after a long dry spell.“I Like My Body When It Is With Your” by e.e. )Picture foreplay thatlasts longer than a few seconds. When you’re in a long-distance relationship or just missing your sweetheart.“May You Always Be the Darling of Fortune” by Jane Miller March 10th and the snow flees like eloping bridesinto rain. In the leakingsieve of our bodies we carrythe blood of love.15. When relationships and sex are the furthest things from your mind.“Mock Orange” by Louise Gluck It is not the moon, I tell you.