This post was a big hit last year, and so it’s back (It’s 2015, there are 15 poems . . . it works, right?). I hope you’ll post in the comments so I can get a head start on 2016’s Valentine’s poetry post.
Happy Valentine’s Day in advance!
(Special mention to our friends J and D, celebrating their first anniversary this week, and our friends D and E, whose birthdays are on Valentine’s Day.)
Toss that teddy bear and give your significant person the gift of verse this Valentine’s Day.
That poet everyone reads at weddings is actually much more appropriate for the bedroom:
e. e. cummings, “i like my body when it is with your”
An unsexy title for a very sexy poem (check out those ellipses!):
Li-young Lee, “This Room and Everything In It”
The “Oh, snap” kind of sexy:
Edna St. Vincent Millay, “I, being born a woman and distressed”:
C. P. Cavafy, “Body, remember”
Thomas Wyatt. “They Flee from Me”
Robert Hass, “Etymology” (start watching at 18:42)
Audre Lorde, “Recreation”
Desire, frustration, and jewelry. Also: socioeconomic tension. (And the first overtly lesbian poem I read as a teenager. Bit of a lightbulb moment, there.)
Carol Ann Duffy, “Warming her Pearls”
Difficult to choose just one Donne poem, but hey, let’s go with the salute to nakedness:
John Donne, “To His Mistress Going to Bed”
Restraint and abandonment, all at once:
Emily Dickinson, “Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (269)”
For the Dear Readers who are also parents:
Galway Kinnel, “After Making Love We Hear Footsteps”
Maybe this is where they got the title for Blue is the Warmest Color:
May Swenson, “Blue”
I hate birds, but this poem is still amazing:
Henri Cole, “Loons”
You’ll never look at roses the same way again, I promise:
D.H. Lawrence, “Gloire de Dijon”
And yes, a Neruda poem. But I can’t find it anywhere on the interwebs, so you’ll have to go find a copy of World’s End or Late and Posthumous Poems for yourself.
Pablo Neruda, “Física”/”Physics”
Your turn: what’s the sexiest poem you’ve ever read?