Love poems by great poets

And here are some of my favourite love poems by my favourite poets! 

The minute I heard my first love story,

I started looking for you, not knowing

how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere

they're in each other all along.

By Rumi (Sufi mystic and poet, 13th century)

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My River runs to thee

By Emily Dickinson (a 19th century American poet)

MY river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I ’ll fetch thee brooks	5
From spotted nooks,—
Say, sea,
Take me! Glossary: thee=you brooks - riachos, ribeirinhos nooks - recantos ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I am dead, my dearest BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI (a 19th century English poet) When I am dead, my dearest,          Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head,          Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me          With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember,          And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows,          I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale          Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight          That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember,          And haply may forget. Glossary:  thou=you cypress tree - cipreste showers - chuviscos dewdrops - gotas de orvalho wilt=will=want shadows - sombras nightingale - rouxinol twilight - crepúsculo, anoitecer doth=does haply=happily In the video below, you can hear the poem interpreted by a British  actress. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e.e. cummings (a 20th century American poet) i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)                                                       i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) Glossary: carry - levo heart - coração anywhere I go - onde quer que vá whatever - qualquer coisa; o que quer que seja fate - destino Marc Chagall, Artist and his Wife root - raíz bud - botão soul - alma mind - mente the wonder - a maravilha NOTE: e.e. cummings (1894-1962) is the poet of love as much as Marc Chagall (1887-1985) is the painter of love.  They were contemporaries, but Chagall lived longer.  By the way, e.e. cummings was also a painter!