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[pyreneeees]

Hello friends! Three things:

1. RIP Wislawa Szymborska, one of the greatest poets of the 20th/21st century. In my opinion. Which is the right opinion.

2. My friend sent me an email asking for poems about "idolizing someone in a healthy way -- looking up to them and wanting to be like them" or "love poems directed at a male subject." I hate to let

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[duathir]

Here are some, but please repost the poem about the cat - I thought it most fitting to honor Szymborska, great among poets.

To A Very Wise ManI

[pyreneeees]

Sure! I couldn't get it to format correctly. Here it is

[elenbarathi]

Oh, I love this.

[bright_ephemera]

For (evasive?) love of a man:

Loving you less than life, a little less
Than bitter-sweet upon a broken wall
Or brush-wood smoke in autumn, I confess
I cannot swear I love you not at all.
For there is that about you in this light --
A yellow darkness, sinister of rain --
Which sturdily recalls my stubborn sight
To dwell on you, and dwell on you again.
And I am made aware of many a week
I shall consume, remembering in what way
Your brown hair grows about your brow and cheek,
And what divine absurdities you say:
Till all the world, and I, and surely you,
Will know I love you, whether or not I do.
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

[elenbarathi]

Oh, love poems to men... here's a selection from Edna St. Vincent Millay; she loved a lot of men:

Not In A Silver Casket Cool With Pearls

Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
Have given their loves, I give my love to you;
Not in a lovers'-knot, not in a ring
Worked in such fashion, and the legend plain-
Semper fidelis, where a secret spring
Kennels a drop of mischief for the brain:
Love in the open hand, no thing but that,
Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt,
As one should bring you cowslips in a hat
Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt,
I bring you, calling out as children do:
"Look what I have!-And these are all for you."

When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins When we are old and these rejoicing veins

[pleasekillmel]

Vision of Your Body
by Daisy Zamora

In the dimly lit room
I had a brief glimpse of bliss:
sight of your naked body
like a god reclining.
That was all.

Quite unaware
you got up to get your clothes
just naturally
while I shuddered
like the earth split open by lightning

[zloty_las]

On the Polish community I've posted "In A Mail Coach", which is her tribute (kind of) to one of the greatest Polish poets. To read it in the day of her death was something... I would not even try to explain it.
I can't find any Egnlish translation, so I can't post it here, but I really do hope that someone would do it :)