best love poems

at dawn, he said
stand here by my side
up from the south at break of day
shadows lay along broadway
i loved a woman
why are the things that have no death
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
you are clear
i went up and down the streets
from song and dream for ever gone
see, they return
when night drifts along the streets of the city
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb