Elizabeth Barrett Browning says:

What’s the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Love, when, so, you’re loved again.

What’s the best thing in the world?
–Something out of it, I think.

Emily Dickinson says:

I’m expecting you!
Was saying yesterday
To somebody you know
That you were due –

The frogs got
Home last Week –
Are settled,
And at work –

mostly back –
The Clover
Warm and thick –

You’ll get
My letter by
The seventeenth;
Reply Or better,

Be with me

Yours, Fly

Annie Winifred Ellerman says:


Aphrodite of the blue sleep, the bird-black sea,
I thank you that at last my body is at peace.

I toss these flowers from the flowers, your feet,
From the pear buds of your ankles,
The white hyacinths of your limbs.

The love-hour is ended.
Swallow-wings, dreams of a spiked iris,
Gipsy your eyes.

The hollows under your knees are sweet with love.
Your knees are quince-blossoms, bent back by the rain.

Blue of your eyes,
Blue of the Greek seas that has no name,
Am I lifted
To the porch of Aphrodite on your wings?

Zella Muriel Wright says:

baisersI wait for you in the dusk.
How strange you
seem tonight!
Your eyes glisten
with a burnished light,
Like the eyes of a serpent,
Like the eyes of a god.

Wherever your eyes
are turned upon me
My flesh burns
As though two hot coals
were laid upon it;

But I do not move.
Why do you never take
your eyes from me?
baiserWhy do you
tremble and
grow so pale,
You who were so
radiant and rigid
A moment ago?

You touch me and
drop weakly
in a heap;
There is no power
in your muscles.
But it is
only the
before madness;

baisersA madness
that gives you
a ten-fold
For a second
I shrink with fear,
Lest in your ferocity,
you devour me.

baiserThen I laugh—
-my whole body laughs;
But I move not.
On my lips there
is a faint smile,
Shall I tell you
why I smile?