#ClassicPoetry – #SaraTeasdale – #TheLook

/ Marcia Meara

Those of you who have been following my blog for some time know that for a while there, I was running a series on Classic Poetry. Somehow, during the pandemic and all the other things which have happened in the last three years, this series fell by the wayside, and that’s something I plan to correct starting today.

I won’t be setting a specific schedule, but I do plan to share some of my favorite poems from years ago, many of which I discovered in my junior and senior high school years. They are just too good to let slip away into history, including my short, but truly wonderful, selection for today. Hope you enjoy it!

The Look
Sara Teasdale – 1884-1933

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.

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. In 1918 she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs.

Extra Tidbit: If perchance you’ve read my Riverbend series, you may remember that Willow Greene had a great fondness for this poem. (That’s because I do, of course.) She and Maggie have a little conversation about it in one scene. I couldn’t resist including it in  Finding Hunter, as it seemed to fit the relationship between Willow and Hunter Painter perfectly!

Be back next time with something longer.
Hope you’ll stop by to see what it is.

 

33 thoughts on “#ClassicPoetry – #SaraTeasdale – #TheLook”

    • So glad you enjoyed it, Nancy, and I agree. There’s a lot of emotion in those eight lines, and it definitely sings!

      Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts. Here’s to a great week ahead! 😀 ❤

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    • So glad you enjoyed it, Carol. It’s a great favorite of mine, too, and it packs a lot of power in those few lines, doesn’t it?

      Thanks so much for stopping by to share your thoughts. Hope you’ll enjoy this series, and here’s to a great week ahead! 😀 ❤

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  11. I’ve not heard this one before. I’ve read it twice now and that regret and melancholy comes across so powerfully. Many thanks for sharing it. ❤ ❤ ❤

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    • I was about 14 or so when I first read it, and I’ve never forgotten the power of those few words. It’s rather remarkable in that way, isn’t it? So glad you liked it, Trish, and hope you’ll enjoy the series.

      Thanks for stopping by and taking a moment to share your thoughts, and here’s to a great rest of the week ahead! 😀 ❤

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    • Well, I’M glad YOU’RE glad, Jennie! 😁I have several future posts already set up, and I do hope you’ll enjoy them. This little one has been a favorite of mine since Junior High, and I wanted to “start small/short” and proceed from there. Many of the poems from long ago are quite long, including my very, very favorite, Poe’s “The Raven,” which might be the longest of all.

      Hope you’ll enjoy the series as it progresses, and thanks so much for stopping by to let me know your thoughts. Have a great rest of the week! 😀 ❤

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    • Glad to introduce you to one of America’s greats, Debra. You’ll be seeing more of her over time, if you follow the series. And this little poem has been one of my favorites since I was in Junior High, like about 65 years or so ago. 😮I hadn’t thought about it in a while, but when I decided to resurrect this series, it was the first one that came to my mind. So happy you enjoyed it, and I really appreciate your stopping by to let me know. Have a great rest of the week! 😀 ❤

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