From Publishers Weekly
"Longing," "Looking," "Loving," "Ecstasy," "Anxiety," "Aftermath" Academy of American Poets chancellor and Yale Review editor J.D. McClatchy (Twenty Questions, etc.) has sorted 144 poems by the above suggestive categories in Love Speaks Its Name: Gay and Lesbian Love Poems. This pocket "Everyman" edition includes Sappho, Whitman, Lorca, Djuna Barnes, Auden, Muriel Rukeyser, Frank O'Hara and many others. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information, Inc.

From the Inside Flap
From Sappho to Shakespeareto Cole Porter--a marvelous and wide-ranging collection of classic gay and lesbian love poetry.

The poets represented here include Walt Whitman, Hart Crane, Gertrude Stein, Federico Garcia Lorca, Djuna Barnes, Constantine Cavafy, Elizabeth Bishop, W. H. Auden, and James Merrill. Their poems of love are among the most perceptive, the most passionate, the wittiest, and the most moving we have. From Michelangelo's "Love Misinterpreted" to Noel Coward's "Mad About the Boy," from May Swenson's "Symmetrical Companion" to Muriel Rukeyser's "Looking at Each Other," these poems take on both desire and its higher power: love in all its tender or taunting variety.

About the Author
J. D. McClatchy is the author of four books of poetry, two books of literary essays, and four opera libretti. He is editor of The Yale Review and a chancellor of the Academy of American Poets.


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"I Have Had Not One Word From Her "
by Sappho
(trans. by Mary Barnard)

I have not had one word from her

Frankly I wish I were dead.
When she left, she wept

a great deal; she said to
me, "This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly."

I said, "Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love

"If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared

"all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck

"myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them

"while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song . . ."

FROM THE PUBLISHER