Those Who Love
by Sara Teasdale
Those who love the most,
Do not talk of their love,
Francesca, Guinevere,
Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise,
In the fragrant gardens of heaven
Are silent, or speak if at all
Of fragile inconsequent things.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates
Fighting in somber pride
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteTrue love encaptured in words. Thank you for your inspiration
ReplyDeletePretty different from now, when people have wedding websites where they tell how they met and all about the proposal. Plus of course Facebook where they tell every little detail. Too much, she cries, too much! :<)
ReplyDeleteSeems to me Pamela that I now have all the poetry I need for our next Poetry meeting - they are all so apt.
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Understatement always amplifies.
ReplyDeletethis poem is so sweet. xxpeggybraswelldesign.com
ReplyDeleteLanguage that is somberly proud.
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