Facebook Love
For Valentines Day, our Facebook fans picked their favorite poems from our archive.
BY The Editors

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

Friend, remember how you showed us beasts love beauty?
We were wading in your lake with bluegills and you said,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

Hard to picture, but these Goliath trees
are taller still than Robeson. Outside

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;

Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,
driving over the hills from work.

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?

Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;

In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast – and that night I was happy.
The editorial staff of the Poetry Foundation. See the Poetry Foundation staff list and editorial team masthead.