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Valentine’s Day Poems

Jane Tyson Clement

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    The human life is based on Love. We should love all that was created by God. We should also remember two commaddments.Love God with your heart, mind and soul and love your neighbor as yourself. We will love everything in our life as created by God. We will love everything on earth. Even someday we will love the death too which is meeting day with God.

One who has loved

One who has loved is never quite alone,
though all the hills declare our solitude.
Having known you, I am no more afraid,
the essential singleness of blood and bone
when dispossessed, comes never in return;
one who has loved is never quite alone.

Look, my love

Look, my love, the mist is on the fields
and westward where the wooded slopes are dark
one star is steadying the falling night;
this is the last hour for the distant thrush;
listen, a church bell tolls beyond the hill:
the valley holds the tokens of the day –
nine strokes – and slowly lets them drift away.
Then thrush and bell and all the trees are still.

Now will you turn and let me speak with you?
What will bear witness to my steadfast love?
How can I say it, show it, make it sure,
then set it free to journey through the world?
I give it up; it would take forever after
to prove in words what only life can show,
and there is too much need of present laughter,
and, in the end, I know that you will know.

Now that my love has come

Now that my love has come I see the reason;
now I answer its demand;
it was here always just beyond my vision
waiting for your lifted hand.

It has the width of sea, the depth of shadow;
it holds the storm wind wild and strong,
and light drawn thin to stars in the sweep of heaven
and the prow’s clear water-cleaving song.

Between us lie the waters

Between us lie the waters, dark and still;
for all our love, the sea will lie between;
for all our passion, which will surge and fill
the heart to breaking; and for all the cleanstripped
honest words of truth we speak;
still will those level depths, unchanged, serene,
deny us the last union which we seek;
and in the end we must accept despair,
knowing that what we breathe is mortal air.

(To R.A.C.)

It’s not what happens that decides our end;
it’s how the heart takes hold of it and makes
an open wound of pain, or wisdom’s scar.
What my heart makes of this, the days will tell.
Therefore return in some safe-distanced year
to see if I am invalid and lame
or scarred but otherwise quite wise and well.
But do not look to find me quite the same.


These poems and others by Jane Clement can be found in her anthology, No One Can Stem The Tide.

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Contributed By Jane Tyson Clement Jane Tyson Clement

Jane Tyson Clement (1917–2000) was a poet, author, and playwright.

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