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My father died, my brother too, They passed like fleeting dreams, I stood where Popocatapetl In the sunlight gleams. Whether in the bringing of the flowers or of the food She offers plenty, and is part of plenty, And whether I see her stooping, or leaning with the flowers, What she does is ages old, and she is not simply, No, but lovely in that way. Christopher Reid So many love poems are concerned with the exciting preliminaries: More recently, the love poem seems to have emerged from the shadows again.

Being myself a protective grandmother now, I mind learning this chant as a child of eight and being seduced by the patterns and interweaving tunes of the sounds,the work concealing the lovemaking, the rhymes and inversions twisting the Irish out of the English. When she puts a sheaf of tulips in a jug And pours in water and presses to one side The upright stems and leaves that you hear creak, Or loosens them, or holds them up to show me, So that I see the tangle of their necks and cups With the curls of her hair, and the body they are held Against, and the stalk of the small waist rising And flowering in the shape of breasts.

I gazed entranced upon his face Fairer than any flower— O shining Popocatapetl It was thy magic hour:. He proceeds like a painter, coaxing coherence from disparate elements. The Neighbourhood by Mario Vargas Llosa: That the poet is anonymous, adds further to the mystery of the piece written about I should probably feel embarrassed at telling Ireland that this is my favourite love poem, but am unabashed.

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