The Look | ||
by Sara Teasdale | ||
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day. |
...this is my virtual Posy/Poesy! ---- For the most part, I will explore poetry, nursery rhymes, fairy tales, fables, and present the occasional anecdote from my childhood in Germany. Along with a little philosophizing, I basically want to use this blog for day dreaming and pondering - for finding my muse, if you will!
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I like Sara Teasdale and also the Victorian pictures you chose to go with her poem. I so HOPE that is Colin in those pictures!
ReplyDeleteYou're a little over my head here girl. But it is pretty. sandie
ReplyDeleteI do too, Ginny ;-)
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