Those Who Love
Sara Teasdale
Those who love the most,
Do not talk of their love,
Francesca, Guinevere,
Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise,
In the fragrant gardens of heaven
Are silent, or speak if at all
Of fragile, inconsequent things.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates
Fighting in somber pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
7 comments:
Oooh, I love that last line! I found this whole poem to be very romantic! What a pleasant way to start my morning. : )
Ah, simply beautiful. THANK YOU.
M.
you always choose good poems Kris. Thanks!
~Michelle
I love it, very beautiful.
Kris -- I have so enjoyed participating in Poetry Wednesday and love reading your non-poetic posts as well. I would love for more people to be aware of your site and so I've nominated you for a Kreativ Blogger Award. If you have a moment, check it out at my site: http://emily.lorelli.info/ Thank you for connecting us all and making me smile often.
Lovely Kris. Ice in Iowa caused computer issues so I missed this Wednesday and am now catching up on everyone's offerings. And now I must have a second cup of coffee and attempt to wash a million dishes before the little ones awaken. Have a good day.
This Poetry Wed is so fun. I love all the new poetry and people I have been introduced to with this. Thank you so much for being a part of it.
I'm just now getting to the computer so I am reading your poems right now!
Emily, thank you for the kind words! How fun!
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