Posts tagged Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in the rushing wind. 

— Sara Teasdale

(Source: spangledpants)

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me dead and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

-Sara Teasdale

(Source: bridgettt29)

I went out at night alone; 
The young blood flowing beyond the sea 
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings —
I bore my sorrow heavily. 

But when I lifted up my head 
From shadows shaken on the snow, 
I saw Orion in the east 
Burn steadily as long ago.

From windows in my father’s house, 
Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl 
Above another city’s lights.

Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, 
The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east 
The faithful beauty of the stars.

—Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

—Sara Teasdale