Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Love, What Is Love - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life - what is life? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.

Comments about Love, What Is Love by Robert Louis Stevenson

  • Yvonne Coleman-burney (10/17/2017 3:42:00 PM)

    Very nice, it is all of that but so worth the risk right? (Report) Reply

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  • Rajendra Rout (9/21/2017 10:27:00 AM)

    LOVE - what is love? A great and
    aching heart;
    Wrung hands; and silence; and a long
    Life - what is life? Upon a moorland
    To see love coming and see love
    depart.what a beautiful poem.thanks for shairing...10++++
    (Report) Reply

  • Joshua Adeyemi (6/25/2017 2:27:00 PM)

    Brief but encompassing inexplicable facts....
    Thanks for sharing!
    (Report) Reply

  • M Sagnik Das (6/4/2017 1:01:00 PM)

    A short but effective write. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (3/16/2017 5:30:00 AM)

    A short but effective write. (Report) Reply

  • Chinedu Dike (1/14/2017 7:40:00 PM)

    A well encapsulated piece of poetry, insightfully brought forth with conviction. (Report) Reply

  • (11/20/2016 3:05:00 PM)

    (Love, What Is Love - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson.) Love comes and goes. (Report) Reply

  • Faith Fetty (11/11/2016 1:13:00 PM)

    i think this poem should have more about love to this (Report) Reply

  • (10/30/2016 9:47:00 AM)

    The most difficult things to describe-love and life-good piece (Report) Reply

  • (10/24/2016 2:25:00 AM)

    So painfully true! A stab right in heart! (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (9/30/2016 8:18:00 PM)

    Oh man!
    This is just so much beautiful.. (Report) Reply

  • (8/30/2016 8:48:00 AM)

    Brief, but to the point. Several unanswered questions there which most of us ask at some time or another in our lives. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/23/2015 1:25:00 PM)

    And it will surprise you............. (Report) Reply

  • (8/22/2015 9:15:00 AM)

    ...........a beautiful reflection on life and love ★ (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (4/15/2014 7:51:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem, good point of view, food for thought and wonders, I think love could be so much more than silence and despair. Suppose love never goes away from one's heart, then, what is life? Can love bring a lot of pain yes, but maybe through such pain we get to learn of the true beauty, true meaning of life, the freedom given by true love? (Report) Reply

  • Michelle Claus (4/15/2014 10:17:00 AM)

    When I read this poem, I feel despondent. Love, in this telling, is elusive for the poet. Bummer. (Report) Reply

  • (4/15/2013 5:05:00 PM)

    Good poetic definition of life & love. Nice art by louis (Report) Reply

  • (4/15/2013 10:28:00 AM)

    Love and life are one- fleeting, arduous. (Report) Reply

  • (4/15/2013 5:02:00 AM)

    Robert Louis Stevenson died when he was 44. I find this poem to be a brilliant composition. I find this poem to be dwelling on one specific aspect of realisation of love. It may not be the road for all. Few can walk this road, and no one chooses this fork in the T of their lives. But the fortunate few who are blessed to walk it see a dimension of love which is quite unique. Robert Louis Stevensen after reading this poem of his, leaves my mind with no doubt was one such fortunate individual. Look at the choice of words. Great heart. The word great is a sublime word, and is used with exquisite sensitivity. So is the word Ache. To the English speaking world especially whose mother tounges happen to be English, this should strike first shot, he did not use the word pain. Its Ache. Its Hindi equivalent would be Tees. The hands are wrung, the word wrung has a visual stringing appeal to it. Love comes and love departs. He hasn't used the word goes. Depart is a deep word. Souls depart. People come, people leave, greatness comes and greatness departs. You stand immersed, yet helpless, as a passenger on a platform, seeing whom you distance into infinity, not necessarily death. Love remains, but the whole experience of understanding its roots and its fabric, brings forth the title of the poem, What is Love. Quad Erat Demonstratum. (Report) Reply

  • (4/15/2012 11:52:00 PM)

    Is it love or an affair? Robert, You had written a short poem to show the love derived through an affair is always short. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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