Poemas de San Valentín en Inglés

Ya se acerca el día del amor, el día en el que celebramos a esa persona especial en nuestra vida con flores, dulces o una cita romántica, pero ¿qué te parece regalarle alguno de estos hermosos poemas de San Valentín en inglés?

El día de San Valentín es la fiesta del romance, y aunque para muchos se trata de un día festivo impuesto por los comercios, la verdad es que lo hemos aceptado porque reconocemos y valoramos su propósito.

El amor que nunca inspira el romance está estancado. El Día de San Valentín es una oportunidad para encender nuestra relación existente con el romance, lo que resultará en una relación más fuerte, duradera y mucho más satisfactoria.


    10 Poemas de San Valentín en inglés

    poemas de San Valentín en inglés

    La poesía siempre ha sido y seguirá siendo una de las maneras más especiales de mostrar nuestro amor por esa persona especial. Los grandes escritores logran plasmar en sus obras literarias aquellas palabras que quizás no sabemos expresar, por lo que los poemas de San Valentín en inglés podrían ser una excelente manera de demostrar todo lo que sentimos por esa persona especial.

    A continuación te mostramos una selección de 10 poemas de San Valentín en inglés para que elijas el que más te guste o el que más defina lo que sientes por tu media naranja. De esta manera podrás darle un regalo inolvidable y que podrá atesorar por muchos años.

    1. First Love by John Clare

    I ne'er was struck before that hour
    With love so sudden and so sweet,
    Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
    And stole my heart away complete.
    My face turned pale as deadly pale,
    My legs refused to walk away,
    And when she looked, what could I ail?
    My life and all seemed turned to clay.
    And then my blood rushed to my face
    And took my eyesight quite away,
    The trees and bushes round the place
    Seemed midnight at noonday.
    I could not see a single thing,
    Words from my eyes did start—
    They spoke as chords do from the string,
    And blood burnt round my heart.
    Are flowers the winter's choice?
    Is love's bed always snow?
    She seemed to hear my silent voice,
    Not love's appeals to know.
    I never saw so sweet a face
    As that I stood before.
    My heart has left its dwelling-place
    And can return no more.

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    2. The Privileged Lovers By Rumi

    The moon has become a dancer
    at this festival of love.
    This dance of light,
    This sacred blessing,
    This divine love,
    beckons us
    to a world beyond
    only lovers can see
    with their eyes of fiery passion.
    They are the chosen ones
    who have surrendered.
    Once they were particles of light
    now they are the radiant sun.
    They have left behind
    the world of deceitful games.
    They are the privileged lovers
    who create a new world
    with their eyes of fiery passion.

    3. She Walks in Beauty By Lord Byron (George Gordon)

    She walks in beauty, like the night
    Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
    And all that's best of dark and bright
    Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
    Thus mellowed to that tender light
    Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
    One shade the more, one ray the less,
    Had half impaired the nameless grace
    Which waves in every raven tress,
    Or softly lightens o'er her face;
    Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
    How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
    And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
    So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
    The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
    But tell of days in goodness spent,
    A mind at peace with all below,
    A heart whose love is innocent!

    4. How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of being and ideal grace.
    I love thee to the level of every day's
    Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
    I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
    I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
    I love thee with the passion put to use
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
    Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.

    5. [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by E.E. Cummings

    i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
    my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
    i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
    by only me is your doing,my darling)
    i fear
    no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
    no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
    and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
    and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
    higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

    6. Love by Roy Croft

    I love you
    Not only for what you are,
    But for what I am
    When I am with you.
    I love you,
    Not only for what
    You have made of yourself,
    But for what
    You are making of me.
    I love you
    For the part of me
    That you bring out;
    I love you
    For putting your hand
    Into my heaped-up heart
    And passing over
    All the foolish, weak things
    That you can't help
    Dimly seeing there,
    And for drawing out Into the light
    All the beautiful belongings
    That no one else had looked
    Quite far enough to find
    I love you because you
    Are helping me to make
    Of the lumber of my life
    Not a tavern
    But a temple.
    Out of the works
    Of my every day
    Not a reproach
    But a song.
    I love you
    Because you have done
    More than any creed
    Could have done
    To make me good.
    And more than any fate
    Could have done
    To make me happy.
    You have done it
    Without a touch,
    Without a word,
    Without a sign.
    You have done it
    By being yourself.
    Perhaps that is what
    Being a friend means,
    After all.

    7. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18) by William Shakespeare

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
    And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
    Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
    And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
    And every fair from fair sometime declines,
    By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
    But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
    Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
    Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
    When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
    So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

    8. I Love You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

    I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
    And red with a wild desire;
    I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
    Lit with a passionate fire.
    I love your arms when the warm white flesh
    Touches mine in a fond embrace;
    I love your hair when the strands enmesh
    Your kisses against my face.

    Not for me the cold, calm kiss
    Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
    Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
    Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
    But give me the love that so freely gives
    And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
    With your body so young and warm in my arms,
    It sets my poor heart aflame.

    So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
    Still fragrant with ruby wine,
    And say with a fervor born of the South
    That your body and soul are mine.
    Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
    While the pale stars shine above,
    And we’ll live our whole young lives away
    In the joys of a living love.

    9. 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.

    10. A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

    O my Luve is like a red, red rose
    That’s newly sprung in June;
    O my Luve is like the melody
    That’s sweetly played in tune.

    So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
    So deep in luve am I;
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    Till a’ the seas gang dry.

    Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
    And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
    I will love thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o’ life shall run.

    And fare thee weel, my only luve!
    And fare thee weel awhile!
    And I will come again, my luve,
    Though it were ten thousand mile.

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    Cualquiera de estos 10 poemas de San Valentín en inglés será una gran elección para que le demuestres tu amor a esa persona especial de la manera más romántica. De seguro encontrarás entre estos clásicos alguno que resulte ideal para expresar aquello que quieres. Y si lo acompañas con flores, será aún mejor!

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