The Look

13 11 2012

I just came across this interesting little piece.

Sometimes what we refrain from doing leaves a deeper impression.

 

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
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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4 responses

14 11 2012
A Dog With Fleas

I’m a big poetry fan and love this piece. Thanks for posting.

15 11 2012
21 11 2012
earnestbunbury

Mmm. Lovely.

29 12 2012

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