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Today’s guest poet: Sara Teasdale

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.

 

Today’s guest poet  —  Sara Teasdale

I Shall Not Care

When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho’ you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now. 

I love too much; I am a river
Surging with spring that seeks the sea,
I am too generous a giver,
Love will not stoop to drink of me. 

His feet will turn to desert places
Shadowless, reft of rain and dew,
Where stars stare down with sharpened faces
From heavens pitilessly blue.

And there at midnight sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In stagnant water keen as fire.

 

 

 

Today’s guest poet —  Sara Teasdale

If Death Is Kind

Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.

We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
We shall be happy, for the dead are free.

Today’s guest poet  —  Sara Teasdale

Desert Pools

I love too much; I am a river
Surging with spring that seeks the sea,
I am too generous a giver,
Love will not stoop to drink of me.

His feet will turn to desert places
Shadowless, reft of rain and dew,
Where stars stare down with sharpened faces
From heavens pitilessly blue.

And there at midnight sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In stagnant water keen as fire.

Today’s guest poet  —  Sara Teasdale

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.

Today’s guest poet  —  Sara Teasdale

Two Minds

Your mind and mine are such great lovers they
Have freed themselves from cautious human clay,
And on wild clouds of thought, naked together
They ride above us in exteme delight:
We see them, we look up with a lone envy
And watch them in their zone of crystal weather
That changes not for winter or the night.

Today’s guest poet — Sara Teasdale (her poems have really been speaking to me lately)

Sea Longings

A thousand miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,
The ebbing tide forsakes the listless land
With the old murmur, long and musical;
The windy waves mount up and curl and fall,
And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,
Tho’ I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea’s eternal thrall.
I would that I were there and over me
The cold insistence of the tide would roll,
Quenching this burning thing men call the soul,
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be
Less than the smallest shell along the shoal,
Less that the sea-gulls calling to the sea.

Today’s guest poet  —  Sara Teasdale

Peace

Peace flows into me
   As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
   It ebbs back not like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
   That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
   They are all fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
   When sunset burns and dies –
You are my deepening skies,
   Give me your stars to hold.

Today’s guest poet – Sara Teasdale

The Wanderer

I saw the sunset-colored sands,

The Nile, like flowing fire between,

Where Ramses stares forth serene

And ammon’s heavy temple stands.

I saw the rocks where long ago,

Above the sea that cries and breaks,

Bright Perseus with Medusa’s snakes

Set free the maiden white like snow.

And many skies have covered me,

And many winds have blown me forth,

And I have loved the green, bright north,

And I have loved the cold, sweet sea.

But what to me are north and south,

And what the lure of many lands,

Since you have learned to catch my hands

And lay a kiss upon my mouth.

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