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A review by theyoungveronica
Love Speaks Its Name: Gay and Lesbian Love Poems by
4.0
Not quoting individual authors here out of inertia, forgive me:
"Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughter of God,
snare-knitter!"
"Who, Sappho, is
unfair to you?"
"The dawning day has clouds in store;
Desire her cloudy moods;
And sunlit woods of morning may
By noon be darkened woods."
"I scald alone, here, under the fire
Of the great moon."
"Distant like a dark and wounded doe
Sweet like sobbing during the fall of snow.
Distant and sweet, and caught in the marrow!"
"Time will find us wasted."
"Starkly I returned
To stare upon the ash of all I burned."
"Rise with the wind, my great big serpent;
Silence the birds and darken the air;
Change me with terror, alive in a moment;
Strike for the heart and have me there."
"It is a terrible thing,...to fall into the hands of the living God."
"The streets, I observe,
are wintry.
It feels like snow.
Starlings circle in the sky,
conspiring,
together, and alone,
unspeakable journeys,
into and out of the light."
"This dream that pains me
And enchains me."
"Are you sprinting
from the shadows of the past
to overtake me?"
"Longing, of course,
becomes its own object, the way
that desire can make anything into a god."
"O madness; not for a single day
Could I leave her!
I stayed behind."
"As the demure
Flame of our candle, no more plied
By tempest outside
Than those deep ocean weeds unrecking
What winds, what wrecking
What wrath of wild our dangerous peace
Waits to release."
"And the Platonic order of the morning, chaste,
Spontaneous, with a hot cool sun
The satin cups of the crocus, the hyacinth
Not Greek, not 'ensanguined with woe,'
Already the loose knot of violets
Lead me. And I cannot go."
"The rainy Pleiads wester,
Orion plunges prone,
The stroke of midnight ceases
And I lie down alone.
The rainy Pleiads wester
And seek beyond the sea
The head that I shall dream of
That will not dream of me."
"For Time is
nothing if not amenable."
"Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughter of God,
snare-knitter!"
"Who, Sappho, is
unfair to you?"
"The dawning day has clouds in store;
Desire her cloudy moods;
And sunlit woods of morning may
By noon be darkened woods."
"I scald alone, here, under the fire
Of the great moon."
"Distant like a dark and wounded doe
Sweet like sobbing during the fall of snow.
Distant and sweet, and caught in the marrow!"
"Time will find us wasted."
"Starkly I returned
To stare upon the ash of all I burned."
"Rise with the wind, my great big serpent;
Silence the birds and darken the air;
Change me with terror, alive in a moment;
Strike for the heart and have me there."
"It is a terrible thing,...to fall into the hands of the living God."
"The streets, I observe,
are wintry.
It feels like snow.
Starlings circle in the sky,
conspiring,
together, and alone,
unspeakable journeys,
into and out of the light."
"This dream that pains me
And enchains me."
"Are you sprinting
from the shadows of the past
to overtake me?"
"Longing, of course,
becomes its own object, the way
that desire can make anything into a god."
"O madness; not for a single day
Could I leave her!
I stayed behind."
"As the demure
Flame of our candle, no more plied
By tempest outside
Than those deep ocean weeds unrecking
What winds, what wrecking
What wrath of wild our dangerous peace
Waits to release."
"And the Platonic order of the morning, chaste,
Spontaneous, with a hot cool sun
The satin cups of the crocus, the hyacinth
Not Greek, not 'ensanguined with woe,'
Already the loose knot of violets
Lead me. And I cannot go."
"The rainy Pleiads wester,
Orion plunges prone,
The stroke of midnight ceases
And I lie down alone.
The rainy Pleiads wester
And seek beyond the sea
The head that I shall dream of
That will not dream of me."
"For Time is
nothing if not amenable."