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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 poem is in the public domain.
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Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933) was a Missouri-born poet afflicted with poor health from birth. She loved one man but married another, divorced, lost her best friend to suicide, and eventually committed suicide herself. Ironically, a majority of her poems are about love and beauty, and she won the first Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1918. There are some similarities to be drawn between Sara and Emily Dickinson; both were reclusive, both wrote intensely personal poetry that frequently focused on nature, both knew unrequited love.
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jayne:
You're in the right place, Checker: YDP is all about simple, soothing, and inspiring poetry!
Posted 02/09/2015 03:44 PM
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Checker:
It's a wonderful poem. Just a few, clear, short lines can bear such amount of beauty. Lately, I've been growing tired of complex, filled-with-difficult-imagery, heavy poems, and this one's been so soothing and inspiring to read.
Posted 02/09/2015 01:56 PM
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rcstewart3:
Marvelous! In all the personal nature of her work, there is a universality. In this case, just change the names!
Posted 02/09/2015 09:19 AM
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cork:
Sara puts so much into so few lines.
Posted 02/09/2015 08:47 AM
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