Queste poesie d’amore in inglese fanno parte di una collezione speciale della Poetry Foundation. Selezionate con cura, questa raccolta “best of” contiene poesie d’amore che devi assolutamente leggere.
Una Selezione di Poesie d’Amore in Inglese
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Le Migliori Poesie d’Amore in Inglese #1
Song (“Love has crept…”)
by D. H. Lawrence
Love has crept into her sealed heart
As a field bee, black and amber,
Breaks from the winter-cell, to clamber
Up the warm grass where the sunbeams start.
Le Migliori Poesie d’Amore in Inglese #2
Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
by William Shakespeare
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
But sad mortality o’er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Le Migliori Poesie d’Amore in Inglese #3
from Endymion
by John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Le Migliori Poesie d’Amore in Inglese #4
Love
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
Le Migliori Poesie d’Amore in Inglese #5
A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
Le Migliori Poesie d’Amore in Inglese #6
Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
Le Migliori Poesie d’Amore in Inglese #7
When I Heard at the Close of the Day
by Walt Whitman
When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d,
And else when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still I was not happy,
But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refresh’d, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn…
Fonte: Love Poems | Poetry Foundation