V Day Poems Biography
Source(google.com.pk)Valentine's Day, or as it is more formally known, Saint Valentine's Day, is celebrated on 14th February each year. The Valentines that are commemorated or two Italian saints, Valentin or Valentnus, who share the saint's day of 14th February. The date is now when lovers declare their love by sending each other gifts and romantic cards. There's nothing especially romantic about the lives of the two original Valentines, they were both martyred for their faith, in Ad 197 and AD 269 respectively.
The early tradition of Valentine's Day was that it was the date that birds began to choose their mates, only later did the romance extend to the human population. The first reference in print to Valentine's Day is found in Geoffrey Chaucer's The parlement of foules [The Parliament of Fowls], circa 1381:
For this was on seynt Volantynys day Whan euery bryd comyth there to chese his make.
[For this was Saint Valentine's day, when every bird of every kind comes to this place to choose his mate.]
How the date of 14th February was selected isn't known. It may relate to the approximate date first anniversary of the engagement of King Richard II of England to Anne of Bohemia, which Chaucer's poem was written to honour. The couple were both 14 at the time of the engagement, which took place on 2nd May 1381, not on 14th February. The betrothal of young lovers sounds promising as a romantic story bit, in fact it wasn't. The marriage was purely a political contract between Anne's brother, King Wenceslas IV of Bohemia and the English government - the partners were unlikely to have met prior to the marriage.
The earliest known romantic valentine verse was written by Charles, Duke of Orleans to his wife in the 15th century:
Je suis desja d'amour tanné
Ma tres doulce Valentinée
[I am already sick of love,
My very gentle Valentine]
Since then, there have been innumeral others. Here's a select list to the object of your affections - take your pick:
Valentine's Poems
Valentines poemsHow Do I Love Thee?
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 an ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,- I love thee with the Breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
- Elizabeth Barret Browning
To Celia
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
And Ile not look for wine.
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,
Doth aske a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon did'st onely breathe,
And sent'st it back to mee:
Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare,
Not of it selfe, but thee.
- Robert Burns: The Poetry (1896)
Love Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
- William Shaespeare
One Perfect Rose
A single flow'r he sent me, since we met,
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted pure, with scented dew still wet - -
One perfect rose.
I know the language of the floweret.
My fragile leaves, it said, his heart enclose.
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
- Dorothy Parker
Shall we compare our hearts to a garden -
with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds,
swooping birds and sunshine, rain -
and most importantly, seeds.
- Grey Livingston
You've given me a reason
For smiling once again,
You've filled my life with peaceful dreams
and you've become my closest friend.
You've shared your heartfelt secrets
And your trust you've given me,
You showed me how to feel again
To laugh, and love, and see.
If life should end tomorrow
And from this world I should part,
I shall be forever young
For you have touched my heart
Valentines is near
Just wishing you were here
My debt to you, Belovèd,
Is one I cannot pay
In any coin of any realm
On any reckoning day.
- Jessie B. Rittenhouse
A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,
A song is no song 'til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn't put there to stay -
Love isn't love
'Til you give it away.
- Oscar Hammerstein, Sound of Music, You Are Sixteen (Reprise)
Must, bid the Morn awake!
Sad Winter now declines,
Each bird doth choose a mate;
This day's Saint Valentine's.
For that good bishop's sake
Get up and let us see
What beauty it shall be
That Fortune us assigns.
- Michael Drayton
Love is no respecter of age or practicality
Neither morality: unabashed
She enters where she will
Unheeding that her immortal fires
Burn up human hearts...
- Phillip Pulfrey, from Beyond Me
A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love,
if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.
Will you love me in December as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?
When my hair has all turned gray,
Will you kiss me then and say,
That you love me in December as you do in May?
- James J. Walker
I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes,
After the day's great sun.
Sadly, this was the great and terrible irony of WWII. While we fought against fascism in Europe and Asia, African-americans were still facing segregation and Japanese-Americans, whose sons also went to war, lived in internment camps surrounded by barbed wire and guard towers. An african-american soldier in uniform was shot and killed because he didn't sit in the back of the bus. African-american defense workers weren't allowed to learn skilled jobs or become foremen or supervisors. Classic American policy of talking out of both sides of their mouths. Or, do as I say, not as I do.
Staying far never breaks relation, staying near never builds relation.
Its a link between hearts, which never allows us to forget each other.
Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.
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V Day Poems Funny Vlentines Day Cards Tumblr Day Quotes Pictures Day Poems Day Memes Poems
V Day Poems Funny Vlentines Day Cards Tumblr Day Quotes Pictures Day Poems Day Memes Poems
V Day Poems Funny Vlentines Day Cards Tumblr Day Quotes Pictures Day Poems Day Memes Poems
V Day Poems Funny Vlentines Day Cards Tumblr Day Quotes Pictures Day Poems Day Memes Poems
V Day Poems Funny Vlentines Day Cards Tumblr Day Quotes Pictures Day Poems Day Memes Poems
V Day Poems Funny Vlentines Day Cards Tumblr Day Quotes Pictures Day Poems Day Memes Poems
V Day Poems Funny Vlentines Day Cards Tumblr Day Quotes Pictures Day Poems Day Memes Poems
V Day Poems Funny Vlentines Day Cards Tumblr Day Quotes Pictures Day Poems Day Memes Poems
V Day Poems Funny Vlentines Day Cards Tumblr Day Quotes Pictures Day Poems Day Memes Poems
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