Saturday Poem – To My Valentine

I searched for a surprisingly long while for this week’s poem, going through more than a few of my anthologies (I have quite a few now, this weekly activity has introduced me to poetry in a way that thirteen years of compulsory education and a literature degree failed to do).  I wanted a poem that was Valentine themed but not twee and not something that I had picked before.  When I found this one, I knew I had found the one – just as Cloak-a-Rushes swore she loved her father as much as meat is unbearable without salt, so To My Valentine conjures up beautifully and light-heartedly the poet’s love for their lover.


To My Valentine

More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That’s how much I love you.

I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.

As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That’s how much you I love.

I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.

I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,
That’s how you’re loved by me.

Ogden Nash

For past Saturday Poems, take a look at the archive in Poetry Please.

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