by Sara Teasdale




The Look

 


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.  





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Written on 2014-03-01 at 17:32

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I guess I'd rather have a real kiss than a hypothetical kiss--but that's just me. Still, wonderful poem.
2014-03-02


Rob Graber
Sara Teasdale--an enormously underrated, underappreciated poet! Her lines often come to me: "Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know"; "Look for a lovely thing and you will find it. / It is not far. / It never will be far." Thanks for this, ET!
2014-03-01


Nabeela Altaf
Colin knew the way to a maiden's heart. Clever guy.
2014-03-01