It's all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
and all the meadows wide,
Be sure you count, should I forget, --
some one the sun could tell,--
This, and my heart, and all the bees
which in the clover dwell.
-Emily Dickinson
"Still Life with Woodpecker" excerpt by Tom Robbins
One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII by Pablo Neruda
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot