I’ve always
been a sucker for a great love poem and when I stumbled upon this one my heart leapt
out of my chest a little. Hughes speaks clearly of love’s irresistible charm
and allure, its mystique and he also tells of how love is only for the brave. Since
the beginning of time we (humans) have attempted to put into words what love is
and what it means and I think these three little, basic sounding stanzas do a
pretty decent job of summing up the feelings carried through by this abstract concept.
I love love love this poem!
LoveIs a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
Love
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.
Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.
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