Sara Teansdale - Peace

Foto: Barbara Cole

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies --
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.




Sara Teasdale (Poetisa Norte-Americana, 1884-1933)

Biografia de Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale - I Am Not Yours

Foto: Barbara Cole

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.




Sara Teasdale (Poetisa Norte-Americana, 1884-1933)

Biografia de Sara Teasdale