If you're still searching for the right words to use on Valentine's Day, and want to be a little more creative than, "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways," consider the following lesser-known love poems by Marvell, Rilke, Yeats, Lawrence, Neruda, and Bob Dylan. Your valentine probably hasn't read them, though all bets are off if she was an English major.
"To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell
This is a good choice if you want to go with something classic that you'll never hear at a wedding. One can read the poem as an eloquent (17th Century) attempt to get a woman into bed -- the poem is structured as an argument to that effect, with passages like:
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
But it's hard to resist the power of Marvell's language when he gets rolling. I love the stubborn, transcendent final couplet:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
"Pathways" by Rainer Maria Rilke
You might know Rilke for his sprawling, passionate Duino Elegies. "Pathways," in contrast, is brief and considerably softer, with a heartwarming turn at the end.
"A Drinking Song" by William Butler Yeats
I wrote about this Yeats poem a few years back. It's one of my favorite love poems: understated, timeless, and just perfect.
"The Elephant Is Slow to Mate" by D.H. Lawrence
Yes, it's a love poem about elephants mating, but give it a chance. The poor elephants wait so long before they consummate their elephant love, waiting, Lawrence writes,
for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
slowly, slowly to rouse
You'll be so won over by the beasts that you won't even wince when they "touch in flood" at the end. You might even be touched yourself.
"Love Sonnet XI" by Pablo Neruda
In contrast to Lawrence's poem, this Neruda sonnet is aggressive and brimming over with sensuality. It's another one that uses animal imagery well.
I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
"Love Minus Zero/No Limit" by Bob Dylan
Technically, these are song lyrics, but Dylan is a talented poet. And if you or your significant other get a little jaded this time of year, you'll love lines like this:
My love she laughs like the flowers

Valentines can't buy her
Enjoy your Valentine's Day. And feel free to your own recommendations in the comments section below.
Olivia Katrandjian: Pablo Neruda's Chile: Where Oddities And Inspirations Abound
Andrew Z. Cohen: 'I Just Called to Say I Love You': Reflections on the Multiple Meanings of Love
translation is taken from different source,not mine/i hope it will bring closer beautiful sentences in the glory of a woman.
A SONG TO A WOMAN
You are my moment and my shadow
and my glorious word in a silent sound.
my step and my wantonness
you are beautiful just as much as you are a secret
and truth as much as you are lust.
Stay unreachable,silent and distant
because the dream of happiness is more than happiness.
The history of heart is in the tear that falls
and soaks its love in vicious pain.
The only truth is in the dreams of your soul.
A kiss is the most wonderful encounter.
You are made of my visions
and your sunny gown of my dreams embroidered.
You were my enchanted thought,
a symbol of all vanities,prone to defeat and cold.
But you do not exist,and you never did.
Born in my silence and loneliness,
you shone on the sun of my heart,
because everything we kiss-we made it ourselves.
read also Branko Miljkovic,Aleksa Santic ,Desanka Maksimovic...
especially, a lot of us are invoking this beautiful poet...
here's one in its entirety translated by
mark eisner from The Essential Neruda,
published by city lights. he and the other folks at
Red Poppy are working on a documentary of him as well,
for all of you who love neruda; you can see what they
are up to at http://www.redpoppy.net/pablo_neruda.php
One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
BY PABLO NERUDA
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams
Scarves Scarves
"Oh freddled gruntbuggley, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"
You really can't!! LOL
fanned and faved!
Or just the poems my beloved writes to me ...