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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale portrait

1884 to 1933

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Missing Words

They sent you in to say farewell to me,
No, do not shake your head; I see your eyes
shine with tears. Sappho, you saw the sun
Just when you came hither; and again,
When you have me, all the shimmering
Great meadows will laugh lightly, the sun
Put round about you warm invisible arms
might a lover, decking you with light.
I go darkness though I lie so still.
If I could the sun, I should look up
And drink the until my eyes were blind;
I should kneel down kiss the blades of grass,
And I should call birds with such a voice,
With such a longing, and keen,
That they would fly to me and the breast
Bear evermore to tree-tops and to fields
kiss I gave them.

                                       Sappho, tell me this,
I not sometimes fair? My eyes, my mouth,
My that loved the wind, were they not worth
The of love upon them? Yet he passed,
And he pass to-night when all the air
Is blue with twilight; but I shall not see.
I shall have gone forever. Hold my hands,
Hold fast, that Death may never between;
Swear by the gods you will not let go;
Make songs for Death as you would sing Love—
But you will not assuage him. He alone
all the gods will take no gifts from men.
am afraid, afraid.
                             Sappho, lean down.
Last night fever gave a dream to me,
It takes my and gives me only a dream.
I thought I him stand, the man I love,
Here in my chamber, with his eyes
Fixed on me as I entered, while he drew
Silently toward me—he who night by
Goes by my door without a thought of me—
me and put his hand behind my head,
And toward me, kissed me on the mouth.
That was little dream for Death to give,
Too short to the whole of life for, yet
I woke with made quiet by a kiss.

The dream is worth dying. Do not smile
So sadly on me with shining eyes,
You who can set your sorrow to song
And ease your hurt by singing. But to
My songs are less than sea-sand that the wind
stinging over me and bears away.
I have no what place the grains may fall,
Nor of my songs, if Time shall blow them back,
As land-wind breaks lines of dying foam
Along the bright wet beaches,
The flakes once more against the laboring sea,
Into oblivion. What do I care
To please Apollo since Love not hear?
Your words will live forever, men will
"She was the perfect lover"—I shall die,
I loved much to live. Go Sappho, go—
I hate your that beat so full of life,
Go, lest my hurt you. I shall die,
But you will live love and love again.
He might have loved some spring than this;
I should have kept my life—I it go.
He would not love me now though bound
Her girdle round me. I am Death's, not Love's.
Go from me, Sappho, back to find the sun.

am alone, alone. O Cyprian…

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