An episode from 1/18/23: Tonight I ask the question: what is love, and what is love poetry? Are poems about family and friendship love poems, just as much as those about romantic feeling, and longing, and heartbreak?
And even more: what is romantic love? What, for instance, did T. S. Eliot mean when he said, “Love is most nearly itself/When here and now cease to matter,” or when Emily Dickinson wrote of “Wild nights”?
Ted Hughes (1930-1998), Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), Bouquet of Belle Scavoir
Katherine, Lady Dyer (c.1585-1654), Epitaph on Sir William Dyer
Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806-1861), #43& #44in Sonnets from the Portuguese
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892), #7from In Memoriam
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888), Dover Beach
Ruth Pitter (1897-1992), But for Lust
Elizabeth Jennings (1926-2001), One Flesh
Seamus Heaney (1939-2013), #3 in Clearances
Louise Glück (1943-), Brown Circle
Eavan Boland (1944-2020), The Necessity for Irony
Walt Whitman (1819-1892), To a Stranger
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), Wild NightsDon’t forget to support Human Voices Wake Us on Substack, where you can also get our newsletter and other extras. You can also support the podcast by ordering any of my books: Notes from the Grid, To the House of the Sun, The Lonely Young & the Lonely Old, and Bone Antler Stone.
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