Sunday, February 7, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day



This is a 1970 poem that E.B. White composed for his wife Katharine Sergeant White.
It reads as follows:
To My Valentine
In love's bright coils I love to be,
Nor would I e'er of love be free,
And as one tends a living plant
My love is what I tend and want
When love is love and love is thee.
The owl's a cold and bare's the tree,
Each part of winter's pageantry --
Yet a remembered warmth they grant
In love's bright coils.
I've loved these long and lived to see
My love returned in constancy.
Our westering sun now goes aslant
And drops toward night for us. It can't
Be stayed, but it goes pleasantly
In love's bright coils.