poetry

I have loved the poetry of Sara Teasdale for years. Here are a few of my favourites.

Jewels

If I should see your eyes again,

I know how far their look would go --

Back to a morning in the park

With sapphire shadows on the snow.

Or back to oak trees in the spring

When you unloosed my hair and kissed

The head that lay against your knees

In the leaf shadow's amethyst.

And still another shining place

We would remember -- how the dun

Wild mountain held us on its crest

One diamond morning white with sun.

But I will turn my eyes from you

As women turn to put away

The jewels they have worn at night

And cannot wear in sober day

Doubt

My soul lives in my body's house,

And you have both the house and her --

But sometimes she is less your own

Than a wild, gay adventurer; 

A restless and an eager wraith,

How can I tell what she will do --

Oh, I am sure of my body's faith,

But what if my soul broke faith with you? 

Debt 

What do I owe to you            

Who loved me deep and long?

You never gave my spirit wings   

Nor gave my heart a song.   

But oh, to him I loved,            

Who loved me not at all,

I owe the little open gate

That led through heaven’s wall.

I Have Loved Hours at Sea

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;

First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.

I have loved much and been loved deeply —
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go. 

Learn more about Sara here.