The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.
Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus
He suffers... (Read full poem)

2. A Western Ballad - written by Allen Ginsberg
From Collected Poems 1947-1980. Read 11664 times on American Poems.

When I died, love, when I died
my heart was broken in your care;
I never suffered love so fair
as now I suffer and abide
when I died, love, when I died.

When I died, love, when I died
I wearied in an endless maze
that men have walked for... (Read full poem)

That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.(Read full poem)

4. That I did always love - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 5515 times on American Poems.

That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived -- Enough --

That I shall love alway --
I argue thee
That love is life --
And life hath Immortality --

This -- dost thou doubt -- Sweet --
Then have I
Nothing to show
But... (Read full poem)

Not that he goes -- we love him more
Who led us while he stayed.
Beyond earth's trafficking frontier,
For what he moved, he made.(Read full poem)

6. Love can do all but raise the Dead - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 3526 times on American Poems.

Love can do all but raise the Dead
I doubt if even that
From such a giant were withheld
Were flesh equivalent

But love is tired and must sleep,
And hungry and must graze
And so abets the shining Fleet
Till it is out of gaze.(Read full poem)

While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare --

Love is like Life -- merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the... (Read full poem)

8. Unable are the Loved to die - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 3087 times on American Poems.

Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity --

Unable they that love -- to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity.(Read full poem)

Is it too late to touch you, Dear?
We this moment knew --
Love Marine and Love terrene --
Love celestial too --(Read full poem)

10. "Why do I love" You, Sir? - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 5640 times on American Poems.

"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because --
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer -- Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows -- and
Do not You --
And We know not --
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so --

The Lightning --... (Read full poem)

Love -- thou art high --
I cannot climb thee --
But, were it Two --
Who know but we --
Taking turns -- at the Chimborazo --
Ducal -- at last -- stand up by thee --

Love -- thou are deep --
I cannot cross thee --
But, were there Two
Instead of One... (Read full poem)

12. 'Twas Love -- not me - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 3934 times on American Poems.

'Twas Love -- not me --
Oh punish -- pray --
The Real one died for Thee --
Just Him -- not me --

Such Guilt -- to love Thee -- most!
Doom it beyond the Rest --
Forgive it -- last --
'Twas base as Jesus -- most!

Let Justice not mistake --
We Two --... (Read full poem)

The incidents of love
Are more than its Events --
Investment's best Expositor
Is the minute Per Cents --(Read full poem)

14. Love reckons by itself -- alone -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1820 times on American Poems.

Love reckons by itself -- alone --
"As large as I" -- relate the Sun
To One who never felt it blaze --
Itself is all the like it has --(Read full poem)

You love the Lord -- you cannot see --
You write Him -- every day --
A little note -- when you awake --
And further in the Day.

An Ample Letter -- How you miss --
And would delight to see --
But then His House -- is but a Step --
And Mine's -- in... (Read full poem)

16. Perhaps you think me stooping - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1301 times on American Poems.

Perhaps you think me stooping
I'm not ashamed of that
Christ -- stooped until He touched the Grave --
Do those at Sacrament

Commemorative Dishonor
Or love annealed of love
Until it bend as low as Death
Redignified, above?(Read full poem)

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you 
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country... (Read full poem)

18. As by the dead we love to sit, - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 4226 times on American Poems.

As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear --
As for the lost we grapple
Tho' all the rest are here --

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize
Vast -- in its fading ration
To our penurious eyes!(Read full poem)

Love -- is anterior to Life --
Posterior -- to Death --
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth --(Read full poem)

20. These are the days that Reindeer love - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1466 times on American Poems.

These are the days that Reindeer love
And pranks the Northern star --
This is the Sun's objective,
And Finland of the Year.(Read full poem)

We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer --
Till it an Antique fashion shows --
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.(Read full poem)

22. Dying!  To be afraid of thee - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 2141 times on American Poems.

Dying!  To be afraid of thee
One must to thine Artillery
Have left exposed a Friend --
Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
Delivered straighter to the Heart
The leaving Love behind.

Not for itself, the Dust is shy,
But, enemy, Beloved be
Thy Batteries... (Read full poem)

So well that I can live without --
I love thee -- then How well is that?
As well as Jesus?
Prove it me
That He -- loved Men --
As I -- love thee --(Read full poem)

24. Indifference - written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
From Renascence and Other Poems. Published in 1917. Read 2376 times on American Poems.

I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,—
   "I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in
     bed;
But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some
   As would let him in—and take him in with tears!"... (Read full poem)

I had no time to Hate --
Because
The Grave would hinder Me --
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish -- Enmity --

Nor had I time to Love --
But since
Some Industry must be --
The little Toil of Love --
I thought
Be large enough for Me --(Read full poem)