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Iconic first U.S. Love stamp, 1973, designed by pop artist Robert Indiana.
NPM 2026, Day 12 Love
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
--Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare
Poetry and love, love and poetry. A perfect match.
Of course, the first thing that comes to mind is romantic love.
But there are so many other kinds of love and poets write about them, too.
First there is love for our mother and father. Then love even for our two bratty little brothers (I'm the oldest, can you tell?). Love for grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, teachers, pets, playmates of the neighborhood, and love of flowering spring days.
Along comes first love, our "puppy love," the name at even 100 years old we will remember. We have love of sweets, music, parties, our best friends. Love of vacations, popsicles, bicycles, learning to drive. Love of that first poem that stabs us in the heart. Love of ever growing freedom. Love of long summer days.
For some, love carries us to the alter of vows and becomes an everyday, reliable, helpmeet love. We also grow in our love of deeper learning and deeper thoughts now that our brains are fully developed. There's love of doing a job well. Profound love for our children. Love of places. Love of solitude. Love of autumn's changing light. Love of holidays. Love of memories and traditions. Love of feasts. Profound love for our children's children. Love of winter's white quiet.
And few loves ever stop being loves. Even that first love. We still carry that love.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
--Sonnet 43, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Countless!
As with every post for NPM, you are welcomed to answer the question or also comment with either a poem you've found or with a poem you've written that you think will go with this day's message.
More postage stamps around the world celebrate love and that which is loved.
Finland, Ireland, Canada, United Kingdom, Iran, France, Australia, Ukraine, Sweden
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NPM 2026, Day 12 Love
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
--Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare
Poetry and love, love and poetry. A perfect match.
Of course, the first thing that comes to mind is romantic love.
But there are so many other kinds of love and poets write about them, too.
First there is love for our mother and father. Then love even for our two bratty little brothers (I'm the oldest, can you tell?). Love for grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, teachers, pets, playmates of the neighborhood, and love of flowering spring days.
Along comes first love, our "puppy love," the name at even 100 years old we will remember. We have love of sweets, music, parties, our best friends. Love of vacations, popsicles, bicycles, learning to drive. Love of that first poem that stabs us in the heart. Love of ever growing freedom. Love of long summer days.
For some, love carries us to the alter of vows and becomes an everyday, reliable, helpmeet love. We also grow in our love of deeper learning and deeper thoughts now that our brains are fully developed. There's love of doing a job well. Profound love for our children. Love of places. Love of solitude. Love of autumn's changing light. Love of holidays. Love of memories and traditions. Love of feasts. Profound love for our children's children. Love of winter's white quiet.
And few loves ever stop being loves. Even that first love. We still carry that love.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
--Sonnet 43, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Countless!
As with every post for NPM, you are welcomed to answer the question or also comment with either a poem you've found or with a poem you've written that you think will go with this day's message.
More postage stamps around the world celebrate love and that which is loved.
Finland, Ireland, Canada, United Kingdom, Iran, France, Australia, Ukraine, Sweden
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..
.
.
.
.
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