Valentine’s Day 2020

Happy Valentine’s Day

Friends: For the sake of balance on this sentiment-filled day, my poetry and art posts will be romantic and heartfelt, while my prose posts will be skeptical and light-hearted.

Art for Valentine’s Day – Sandro Botticelli: “The Birth of Venus”


A Poem for Valentine’s Day

“Love Comes Quietly”
by Robert Creeley

Love comes quietly,
finally, drops
about me, on me,
in the old ways.

What did I know
thinking myself
able to go
alone all the way.

Below – James Coates: “Couple Walking”


Art for Valentine’s Day – Auguste Rodin: “The Kiss”


Musings on Valentine’s Day Jay Leno

“Today is Valentine’s Day – or, as men like to call it, ‘Extortion Day!’”

Musings on Valentine’s Day: Daniel Kumar Biran

“February is the month of love?!! No wonder it’s the shortest one in the calendar.”


Art for Valentine’s Day – Nora Bland: “Love in the Air” (collage)


A Poem for Valentine’s Day

“For Keeps”
by Joy Harjo

Sun makes the day new.
Tiny green plants emerge from earth.
Birds are singing the sky into place.
There is nowhere else I want to be but here.
I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us.
We gallop into a warm, southern wind.
I link my legs to yours and we ride together,
Toward the ancient encampment of our relatives.
Where have you been? they ask.
And what has taken you so long?
That night after eating, singing, and dancing
We lay together under the stars.
We know ourselves to be part of mystery.
It is unspeakable.
It is everlasting.
It is for keeps.

Below – Joy Harjo, the first Native American U.S. Poet Laureate.

Art for Valentine’s Day – Antonio Canova: “Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss”

Musings on Valentine’s Day: Courtney Cox

“Honesty is the key to a relationship. If you can fake that, you’re in.”

Musings on Valentine’s Day: Henny Youngman

“Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who’ll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you’re in the wrong house, that’s what it means.”

Below – Henny Youngman.

Art for Valentine’s Day – Frederic Leighton: “The Fisherman and the Syren”


A Poem for Valentine’s Day

“Heart to Heart”
by Rita Dove

It’s neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn’t melt
or turn over,
break or harden,
so it can’t feel
pain,
yearning,
regret.

It doesn’t have
a tip to spin on,
it isn’t even
shapely–
just a thick clutch
of muscle,
lopsided,
mute. Still,
I feel it inside
its cage sounding
a dull tattoo:
I want, I want–
but I can’t open it:
there’s no key.
I can’t wear it
on my sleeve,
or tell you from
the bottom of it
how I feel. Here,
it’s all yours, now–
but you’ll have
to take me,
too.


Art for Valentine’s Day – Kerry James Marshall: “Slow Dance”

Musings on Valentine’s Day: Rita Rudner

“I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.”


Musings on Valentine’s Day: Groucho Marx

“I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.”


Art for Valentine’s Day – Sir Frank Bernard Dicksee: “Romeo and Juliet”

A Poem for Valentine’s Day

“Love in the Morning”
by Annie Finch

Morning’s a new bird
stirring against me
out of a quiet nest,
coming to flight—

quick-changing,
slow-nodding,
breath-filling body

life-holding,
waiting,
clean as clear water,

warmth-given,
fire-driven
kindling companion,

mystery and mountain,
dark-rooted,
earth-anchored.

Below – Albert Abraham: “Woman in Love”

Art for Valentine’s Day – Pierre-August Cot: “Springtime”

Musings on Valentine’s Day: Alan King

“If you want to read about love and marriage, you’ve got to buy two separate books.”

Below – Alan King.

Art for Valentine’s Day – Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec: “In Bed The Kiss”

Musings on Valentine’s Day: Lily Tomlin

“If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?”

Below – Lily Tomlin.

Art for Valentine’s Day – Rene Magritte: “The Lovers”

A Poem for Valentine’s Day

“poem I wrote sitting across the table from you”
by Kevin Marrone

if I had two nickels to rub together
I would rub them together

like a kid rubs sticks together
until friction made combustion

and they burned
a hole in my pocket

into which I would put my hand
and then my arm

and eventually my whole self–
I would fold myself

into the hole in my pocket and disappear
into the pocket of myself, or at least my pants

but before I did
like some ancient star

I’d grab your hand


Art for Valentine’s Day – Constantin Brancusi: “The Kiss”


Musings on Valentine’s Day: Steve Martin

“I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy.”

Musings on Valentine’s Day: Lawrence Durrell

“Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.”

Art for Valentine’s Day – Gustav Klimt: “The Kiss”


A Poem for Valentine’s Day

“My Heart”
by Kim Addonizio

That Mississippi chicken shack.
That initial-scarred tabletop,
that tiny little dance floor to the left of the band.
That kiosk at the mall selling caramels and kitsch.
That tollbooth with its white-plastic-gloved worker
handing you your change.
That phone booth with the receiver ripped out.
That dressing room in the fetish boutique,
those curtains and mirrors.
That funhouse, that horror, that soundtrack of screams.
That putti-filled heaven raining gilt from the ceiling.
That haven for truckers, that bottomless cup.
That biome. That wilderness preserve.
That landing strip with no runway lights
where you are aiming your plane,
imagining a voice in the tower,
imagining a tower.

Below – Pablo Picasso: “The Dream”

Art for Valentine’s Day – Jean-Leon Gerome: “Pygmalion and Galatea”

Musings on Valentine’s Day: Robert Frost

“It’s a funny thing that when a man hasn’t anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.”

Musings on Valentine’s Day: Chuck Palahniuk

“If you love something set it free, but don’t be surprised if it comes back with herpes.”

Below – Chuck Palahniuk.

Art for Valentine’s Day – Jack Vetttriano: “Dance me to the end of Love”


A Poem for Valentine’s Day

“I Am Not Yours”
by Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love–put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

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