Poetic Masters of Love

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganesha

Paul Neruda

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pablo_Neruda 

Twenty Poems of Love

I can write the saddest lines tonight. Write for example: ‘The night is fractured and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance' The night wind turns in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest lines tonight. I loved her, sometimes she loved me too. On nights like these I held her in my arms. I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes. I can write the saddest lines tonight. To think I don't have her, to feel I have lost her. Hear the vast night, vaster without her. Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass. What does it matter that I couldn't keep her. The night is fractured and she is not with me. That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off, my soul is not content to have lost her. As though to reach her, my sight looks for her. My heart looks for her: she is not with me The same night whitens, in the same branches. We, from that time, we are not the same. I don't love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her. Another's kisses on her, like my kisses. Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes. I don't love her, that's certain, but perhaps I love her. Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long. Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms, my soul is not content to have lost her. Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer, and these are the last lines I will write for her.

Rimbaud

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Rimbaud 


Sensation
In the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,
And walk over the short grass,as I am pricked by the wheat:
Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind bathe my bare head.

I will not speak, I will have no thoughts:
But infinite love will mount in my soul;
And I will go far, far off, like a gipsy,
Through the countryside-joyous as if I were with a woman.

Rumi 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumi

LOVE IS RECKLESS not reason.

Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong,

consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,

Love proceeds like a millstone,

hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,

she risks everything and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;

without cause, give it back again.

RUMI

The intellectual is always showing off,

the lover is always getting lost.

The intellectual runs away.

afraid of drowning;

the whole business of love

is to drown in the sea.

Intellectuals plan their repose;

lovers are ashamed to rest.

The lover is always alone.

even surrounded by people;

like water and oil, he remains apart.

The man who goes to the trouble 

of giving advice to a lover

get nothing. He's mocked by passion.

Love is like musk. It attracts attention.

Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.

More Rumi Love Poems

http://www.khamush.com/love_poems.html#Ihavebeentrickedbyflyingtooclosenbsp The Book of Love
http://books.google.com/books?id=tatAz5oknxQC&pg=PA130&source=gbs_toc_r&cad=4#v=onepage&q&f=false