Last year’s Valentine’s poem—Ada Limón’s “What I Didn’t Know Before”—was so perfect, I didn’t know what I’d choose this year.
What I can tell you after my searching is that the world is full of wonderful love poems. Some are too long for the box. Some remain in the head as a few lines only. Some include the tenderest of details. And so many are their own version of perfect.
Thus, I’m going to post several weeks of love poems, beginning with this from Naomi Shihab Nye, whose theme will have resonance for my Texas neighbors. Love well!
“I stood by your bed
and watched the sheets rise gently.”
