If you can't tell your Dtr from your DtH, your Deuteronomic from your Deuteronomistic, your Deuteronomastic from your Deuteranomaly, never fear! Mark Traphagen has a list of these and many other useless definitions here.

I've been carefully avoiding most of my very favourite poems in this poem of the day for National Poetry Month. Not because I don't think they should be submitted to this kind of Top 30 poll status, but because they're already up on the blog elsewhere. But I was surprised to find that this poem was not. And it definitely comes in at least my top five. Probably top 3.

Love

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.

'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here':
Love said, 'You shall be he.'
'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.'
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
'Who made the eyes but I?'

'Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.'
'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?'
'My dear, then I will serve.'
'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.'
So I did sit and eat.

George Herbert

Not kissing Geri Halliwell.