In the spirit of Valentine’s Day we’re post­ing a daily love poem & a Coulson Macleod typo­graphic print. Just because we love love.

‘Meet­ing At Night’ by Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yel­low half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ring­lets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with push­ing prow,

And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beat­ing each to each!

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In the spirit of Valentine’s Day we’re post­ing a daily love poem & a Coulson Macleod typo­graphic print. Just because we love love.

‘A Ded­ic­a­tion To My Wife’ by T.S. Eliot

To whom I owe the leap­ing delight

That quick­ens my senses in our wakingtime

And the rhythm that gov­erns the repose of our sleepingtime,

The breath­ing in unison

Of lov­ers whose bod­ies smell of each other

Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

And babble the same speech without need of meaning.

No peev­ish winter wind shall chill

No sul­len tropic sun shall wither

The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only

But this ded­ic­a­tion is for oth­ers to read:

These are private words addressed to you in public.

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Fancy win­ning a bespoke typo­graphic print in time for Valentine’s Day?

Coulson Macleod has teamed up with Rock My Wed­ding — the UK’s most pop­u­lar wed­ding blog — and we’re giv­ing away not one, but two, bespoke prints.

The first to choose from is our bespoke ‘What’ print on solid lime­stone with a hand­made reclaimed tim­ber frame (worth £169).

The second choice is our bespoke hand­made ‘What’ print with a solid oak frame (worth 239).

Both prints can be per­son­al­ised by adding your own names and a date at the bot­tom. Unless of course you hap­pen to be called Mark & Han­nah and you’re get­ting mar­ried on June 15^th 2012. You can also change the col­our of the text if you so wish.

The words were writ­ten by Coulson for Macleod (yes, that’s us) when we met & fell in love.

And, as Coulson & Macleod are get­ting mar­ried this year, we thought we’d share the love.

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In the spirit of Valentine’s Day we’re post­ing a daily love poem & a Coulson Macleod typo­graphic print. Just because we love love.

‘She Walks In Beauty’ by Lord Byron

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 nameles 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!

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Today Coulson Macleod loves.…

bird­houses. Cre­ated by two San Francisco-based guys, Luke Bar­tels & Jeff Can­ham.

(all pho­tos cour­tesy of Jux­ta­poz)

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In the spirit of Valentine’s Day we’re post­ing a daily love poem & a Coulson Macleod typo­graphic print. Just because we love love.

‘A Drink­ing Song’ by W.B. Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we know for truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth

I look at you, and I sigh.

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‘First Love’ by John Clare

I né’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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‘Did Not’ by Thomas Moore

‘Twas a new feel­ing — some­thing more

Than we had dared to own before,

Which then we hid not;

We saw it in each other’s eye,

And wished, in very half-breathed sigh,

To speak, but did not.

She felt my lips’ impas­sioned touch -

‘Twas the first time I dared so much,

And yet she chid not;

But whispered o’er my burn­ing brow,

‘Oh, do you doubt I love you now?’

Sweet soul! I did not.

Warmly I felt her bosom thrill,

I pressed it closer, closer still,

Though gently bid not;

Till — oh! the world hath sel­dom heard

Of lov­ers, who so nearly erred,

And yet, who did not.

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‘First Day’ by Christina Rossetti

I wish I could remem­ber the first day,

First hour, first moment of your meet­ing me;

If bright or dim the sea­son, it might be

Sum­mer or winter for aught I can say.

So unre­cor­ded did it slip away,

So blind was I to see and to foresee,

So dull to mark the bud­ding of my tree

That would not blos­som yet for many a May.

If only I could recol­lect it! Such

A day of days! I let it come and go

As trace­less as a thaw of bygone snow.

It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!

If only now I could recall that touch,

First touch of hand in hand! — Did one but know!

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‘A Statue Of Eros’ by Zen­odo­tos (325 BC).

Who carved Love

and placed him by

this foun­tain,

think­ing

he could control

such fire

with water?

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