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Valentine SWEETS

1. A sweet example


2. A sweet morsel

In 1956 Sylvia Plath was studying in Europe on a Fulbright Scholarship when she went to a publication party for a literary magazine. It was there that she met the poet Ted Hughes, whose poetry she admired. When he introduced himself, Plath quoted one of his poems to him, and he guided her to a side room of the bar. She later wrote in her journal, “He kissed me bang smash on the mouth and ripped my hair band off … and my favorite silver earrings … I bit him long and hard on the cheek and when we came out of the room, blood was running down his face.” They got married four months later. (heard on NPR)

3. A sweet memory…

Good News/Bad News

4. A sweet poem

Valentine ~ John Fuller

The things about you I appreciate
May seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power
And see your eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower
Or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate
Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like successfully to guess your weight
And win you at a fete.
I’d like to offer you a flower.
I like the hair upon your shoulders,
Falling like water over boulders.
I like the shoulders, too: they are essential.
Your collar-bones have great potential
(I’d like all your particulars in folders
Marked Confidential).
I like your cheeks, I like your nose,
I like the way your lips disclose
The neat arrangement of your teeth
(Half above and half beneath)
In rows.
I like your eyes, I like their fringes.
The way they focus on me gives me twinges.
Your upper arms drive me berserk.
I like the way your elbows work,
On hinges.
I like your wrists, I like your glands,
I like the fingers on your hands.
I’d like to teach them how to count,
And certain things we might exchange,
Something familiar for something strange.
I’d like to give you just the right amount
And get some change.
I like it when you tilt your cheek up.
I like the way you nod and hold a teacup.
I like your legs when you unwind them.
Even in trousers I don’t mind them.
I like each softly-moulded kneecap.
I like the little crease behind them.
I’d always know, without recap,
Where to find them.
I like the sculpture of your ears.
I like the way your profile disappears
Whenever you decide to turn and face me.
I’d like to cross two hemispheres
And have you chase me.
I’d like to smuggle you across frontiers
Or sail with you at night into Tangiers.
I’d like you to embrace me.
I’d like to see you ironing your skirt
And cancelling other dates.
I’d like to button up your shirt.
I like the way your chest inflates.
I’d like to soothe you when you’re hurt
Or frightened senseless by invertebrates.
I’d like you even if you were malign
And had a yen for sudden homicide.
I’d let you put insecticide
Into my wine.
I’d even like you if you were the Bride
Of Frankenstein
Or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian’s
Jekyll and Hyde.
I’d even like you as my Julian
Of Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan.
How melodramatic
If you were something muttering in attics
Like Mrs. Rochester or a student of Boolean
You are the end of self-abuse.
You are the eternal feminine.
I’d like to find a good excuse
To call on you and find you in.
I’d like to put my hand beneath your chin,
And see you grin.
I’d like to taste your Charlotte Russse.
I’d like to feel my lips upon your skin,
I’d like to make you reproduce.
I’d like you in my confidence.
I’d like to be your second look.
I’d like to let you try the French Defence
And mate you with my rook.
I’d like to be your preference
And hence
I’d like to be around when you unhook.
I’d like to be your only audience,
The final name in your appointment book,
your future tense.

9 Responses to “Valentine SWEETS”

  1. PQS Says:

    Vulpine Valentine Design
    Pervert Q. Savant

    Today, a day not rare nor fine
    I begged off work and, while supine,
    Did I, a-bed and sipping wine,
    Pen for you this anodyne

    I hope you think it not malign
    That I sent no boxes bound with twine
    Nor any flowers cut from vine
    Not orchid, rose, nor columbine

    Your wits are quick. You’re not bovine.
    Your laughter’s sweet. It’s not ranine.
    Your form is svelte, hardly porcine
    All in all you’re quite vulpine.

    Frown not too much on this design
    As you can see, I’m no Einstein.
    I’ve labored hard. But I’m in decline.
    But you deserved a valentine.

    So now will you be my concubine?

  2. Richard Says:

    I’ve been checking on and off for this entry since I was sure you’d post one.

    I wish you someone who will make each and every day February 14th.

  3. Booklover35 Says:

    Miss St. Lawrence,
    I love you torrents.

    Happy Valentine’s day!

  4. litmajor Says:

    Do I dare try this after two Savants?

    My poetry’s rough and unschooled.
    I’ll never have Angela fooled.
    My words turn to mush.
    I stammer and blush.
    We both know who’s ruler, who’s ruled!

    Ever your servant, Mistress Valentine!

  5. avonbard Says:

    A gain the year has brought us Lovers’ Day.
    N ew poems greet you. All say they adore.
    G reat cleverness of rhyme they bring your way.
    I shun the effort, ‘though I love you more.
    E ach other poet shapes his poem with wit;
    V ain is my try to rise above the rest.
    A t quips and phrases they all well acquit.
    L ess clever I, if my true worth’s confessed.
    E ‘en so, I cannot leave my words unsaid.
    N o prize but one am I intent to win:
    T o know you smile when my two words are read.
    I n smiling once, you cancel all my sin.
    N o craft, no art, no wit we’re worthy of,
    E mbroiders well my simple phrase: I love.

  6. Angela Says:

    Wow! The perfect Valentine’s Day! Thanks so very much. I’m grinning from ear to ear.

  7. science nerd Says:

    I defer to my colleagues who can breathe so much life into our wonderful language through verse. I simply say thank you for the impressionism of poetic expression and with your words in mind take in the image of the prehistoric, skeletal embrace that Angela chose to share first…..

  8. David C. Says:

    Great Valentine post. You rock!

  9. TheContinental Says:

    Oh, Mon Cheri.

    To spend an eternity with you, laying face to face. Now this, yes, this, is how you say, Bliss. I caress your bones, it make the chill.

    My head. I swoon. I lose my balance. Best I part for now.

    Au Revior,
    Mon Petit Chat

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