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In English, Either Browning or Shakespeare.

Here is Browning first:

Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How 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 and 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.

And here is Shakespeare:

Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?

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 ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

What other language shall we choose? There are great love poems in them all, but here I am writing in English, so here be two of the greatest.

A modern romantic love song might be this, but is it the greatest? Perhaps the funniest? Whenever I am falling for the beauty across the table I think of this declaration of love, and then I am always willing to declare my undying desire:

John Berryman's Dream Song 4: Filling her compact & delicious body.

Filling her compact & delicious body
with chicken páprika, she glanced at me
twice.
Fainting with interest, I hungered back
and only the fact of her husband & four other people
kept me from springing on her

or falling at her little feet and crying
'You are the hottest one for years of night
Henry's dazed eyes
have enjoyed, Brilliance.' I advanced upon
(despairing) my spumoni.—Sir Bones: is stuffed,
de world, wif feeding girls.

—Black hair, complexion Latin, jewelled eyes
downcast ... The slob beside her feasts ... What wonders is
she sitting on, over there?
The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars.
Where did it all go wrong? There ought to be a law against Henry.
—Mr. Bones: there is.

John Berryman

2006-10-15 19:26:30 · answer #1 · answered by Longshiren 6 · 0 0

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2016-05-22 04:47:29 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe.
Am I wierd?

2006-10-15 12:17:34 · answer #3 · answered by tamE 2 · 1 0

Tough one but I'd say the Odyssey by Homer meets both definitions of romance: heroic deeds and physical love in a historical or historial setting.

Vin

2006-10-15 11:13:18 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0 1

SONNET 31

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.

How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!

Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;

That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I loved I view in thee,
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.

2006-10-15 12:54:31 · answer #5 · answered by jsb3t 3 · 0 0

20 poemas de amor y una canción desesperada, by Pablo Neruda.

2006-10-15 11:13:00 · answer #6 · answered by musa 5 · 0 0

Well.. try some Blake's pieces or Longfellow maybe..

2006-10-15 11:37:38 · answer #7 · answered by Lady G. 6 · 0 0

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways...
Cant go past that one.

2006-10-15 12:15:39 · answer #8 · answered by dragonrider707 6 · 0 0

Song of Solomon in the bible.

2006-10-15 11:14:32 · answer #9 · answered by beez 7 · 0 0

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