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roxaro_o's review
3.0
I've long considered myself to be a hopeless romantic. That said, I didn't love these poems. It's the first book of poetry I've read (since Shel Silverstein's books lol), but her words just fell kind of flat, and her ‘love songs' felt so so shallow. Like a teen girl fantasizing about faceless, nameless suitors one day sweeping her off her feet.
I guess I'll have to keep looking for poetry that can *also* evoke a deeper, more passionate kind of love. I definitely need more experience reading books of poetry, regardless.
I guess I'll have to keep looking for poetry that can *also* evoke a deeper, more passionate kind of love. I definitely need more experience reading books of poetry, regardless.
dariohasread's review against another edition
2.0
50/100.
Leído en agosto de 2021.
Leído en agosto de 2021.
To E.
I have remembered beauty in the night,
Against black silences I waked to see
A shower of sunlight over Italy
And green Ravello dreaming on her height;
I have remembered music in the dark,
The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's,
And running water singing on the rocks
When once in English woods I heard a lark.
But all remembered beauty is no more
Than a vague prelude to the thought of you—
You are the rarest soul I ever knew,
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best;
My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,
And when I think of you, I am at rest.
"I Am Not Yours"
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.
e_ramirez_ortega's review against another edition
5.0
More beautiful lovesick poems. I have many favorites here.
silver_valkyrie_reads's review
emotional
hopeful
reflective
medium-paced
4.5
As always there were a few I didn't like or didn't 'get', but this book had a surprisingly high proportion of poems that I really liked.
deepika's review
3.0
3.5 stars*
This was surprisingly bittersweet. Sara Teasdale's writing is straightforward in a way that reminds me of insta poets of today's time but it still has the beauty and feel of a classic. The poet's take on love is appealing in its innocence though it sometimes comes across as a bit sappy. Overall, the poems are beautiful, lyrical and refreshing. Also, a little unknown fact - this is the first book to have ever won a Pulitzer Prize for Poetry(how awesome is that?!).
A few of my favorites :
Riches
I have no riches but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me;
My thoughts of you are golden coins
Stamped in the mint of memory;
And I must spend them all in song,
For thoughts, as well as gold, must be
Left on the hither side of death
To gain their immortality.”
The Look
“Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.”
The Ghost
“I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.
I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear --
But we talked of a thousand things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.
I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word -
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.
Oh, love that lives its life with laughter
Or love that lives its life with tears
Can die - but love that is never spoken
Goes like a ghost through the winding years…
I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love's glory, -
But my eyes were suddenly afraid.”
This was surprisingly bittersweet. Sara Teasdale's writing is straightforward in a way that reminds me of insta poets of today's time but it still has the beauty and feel of a classic. The poet's take on love is appealing in its innocence though it sometimes comes across as a bit sappy. Overall, the poems are beautiful, lyrical and refreshing. Also, a little unknown fact - this is the first book to have ever won a Pulitzer Prize for Poetry(how awesome is that?!).
A few of my favorites :
Riches
I have no riches but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me;
My thoughts of you are golden coins
Stamped in the mint of memory;
And I must spend them all in song,
For thoughts, as well as gold, must be
Left on the hither side of death
To gain their immortality.”
The Look
“Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.”
The Ghost
“I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.
I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear --
But we talked of a thousand things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.
I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word -
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.
Oh, love that lives its life with laughter
Or love that lives its life with tears
Can die - but love that is never spoken
Goes like a ghost through the winding years…
I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love's glory, -
But my eyes were suddenly afraid.”
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