Posted by: ktzefr | February 12, 2016

Flowers and Poetry for Valentine’s Day: 6 pics and 6 love poems

Two things I can’t resist: photographing flowers and reading poetry.  So, to celebrate Valentine’s Day, here are a few of my favorite pics and a few words from favorite poets that look at the many sides of love — the recklessness, happiness, doubt and second guessing.  The sadness, the loss of self interest, and the need to love oneself.  Or, as Billy Collins says about love: “it’s a little more complicated than that.”

Daylily; Photo:KFawcett

Daylily; Photo:KFawcett

“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 to self-interest,

she risks everything and asks for nothing…”

~ from Rumi, “Love is Reckless”


Orchids; Photo:KFawcett

Orchids; Photo:KFawcett

“On summer nights the world

moves within earshot

on the interstate with its swish

and growl, an occasional siren

that sends chills through us.

Sometimes on clear, still nights,

voices float into our bedroom,

lunar and fragmented,

as if the sky had let them go

long before our birth.


In winter we close the windows

and read Chekhov,

nearly weeping for his world.


What luxury, to be so happy

that we can grieve

over imaginary lives.”

~ from Lisel Mueller, “Late Hours”


Roses; Photo:KFawcett

Roses; Photo:KFawcett

“When that washboard clacks, when

someone whistles with it, washing


the sky; when a worksong

wakes me up, Damn you,


I think.  You shoulda oughta.

What, marry a long woman?”

~ from Maurice Manning, “The Tin Roof the Birdsong and the Rain


Orchid; Photo:KFawcett

Orchid; Photo:KFawcett

“When it’s late at night and branches

are banging against the windows,

you might think that love is just a matter


of leaping out of the frying pan of yourself

into the fire of someone else,

but it’s a little more complicated than that.”

~ from Billy Collins, “Adage”


Tulips; Photo:KFawcett

Tulips; Photo:KFawcett

“The time will come

When, with elation,

You will greet yourself arriving

At your own door, in your own mirror,

And each will smile at the other’s welcome,


And say, sit here, eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine.  Give bread.  Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you


All your life…”

~ from Derek Walcott, “Love After Love”




“We have lost even this twilight.

No one saw us this evening hand in hand

while the blue night dropped on the world.


I have seen from my window

the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.


Sometimes a piece of sun

burned like a coin between my hands.


I remembered you with my soul clenched

in that sadness of mine that you know.”

~ Pablo Neruda, “We Have Lost Even”


“Hemos perdido aun este crepúsculo.

Nadie nos vió esta tarde con las manos unidas

mientras la noche azul caía sobre el mundo.


He visto desde mi ventana

la fiesta del poniente en los cerros lejanos.


A veces como una moneda

se encendía un pedazo de sol entre mis manos.


Yo te recordaba con el alma apretada

de esa tristeza que tú me conoces.”

~ from Pablo Neruda, “Hemos Perdido Aun



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