I dreamt of loving. The dream remains, but love
is no longer those lilacs and roses whose breath
filled the broad woods, where the sail of a flame
lay at the end of each arrow-straight path.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Don Paterson, French, imagery, love poetry, nature, Robert Desnos, translation
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered,
sibilant similes and promises sotto voce.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: love poetry, melancholy, repetend, Richard Hoffman, unsettling, villanelle
It’s neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn’t melt
or turn over
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: conversational, imagery, love poetry, Rita Dove, unsettling