I'm really behind with the poetry posts too

[petronia]

After Love
SARA TEASDALE

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the sea—
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.

But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.



I don't know her v. well - this is one of those things I found on the vast internets and saved.

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[narie.livejournal.com]

I am totally stalking you over from our discussions on thinky libs and a-u, I hope you don't mind. It's just that you seem cool.

The only Teasdale poem I knew before reading this one is There Will Come Soft Rains (http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/223.html), which is both the title and inspiration for one of Bradbury's Martian Chronicles (you can read the story here (http://www.plazaboricua.com/anil/archivo/fabulas2/cuentos/august2026.html) in case you haven't before), so thanks for posting this one. I have a massive inferiority complex when it comes to reading poetry, and it does me a world of good to confront it every now and then...

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[petronia.livejournal.com]

Mutually! *g*

Thanks for the link - never read that one. I'd meant to post a poem every day this month but that worked out well as you can see. XD;

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[narie.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Do you mind if I friend you, then?

And I freely admit I got to the poem through Bradbury, not the other way around, but it's still an enjoyable one...

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[petronia.livejournal.com]

No prob! ^^