Most don’t associate Lewis with his poetry. My understanding is, however, he would have far preferred to be known as a poet than almost anything else he wrote (and which brought him countless loyal readers).
These three have stood out to me for a while, especially the last one. The first brilliantly articulates the difference between angelic and human knowledge of life and reality – it captures perfectly the joy of being embodied! The middle one is especially apt for this time of year — sadly I’m not walking along Addison’s walk in Oxford. How that would be a joy in this lockdown season. Then the third is a sharp, affecting meditation on the nature of love, as far from Hallmark Cards saccharine as it is possible to get, enabled by the rugged nature of Holy Week and Easter Love.