On this brisk and beautiful autumn day, a little feast for the eyes. Ladies, brace yourselves.
by Sara Teasdale
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.
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I love this little gem by Sara Teasdale. It’s light, lyrical, flirty, and touches on the essence of romance. I am reminded of Charlotte Brontë, whose primary literary theme was unrequited love. The “what might have been’s” and the fantasies surrounding an idealized love often make for a better story with its inherent longing and suspense, setting the stage for a good old-fashioned chase.
The question now is, has anyone ever given you “the look”?
While you’re pondering that, let’s look some more at Mr. Firth looking at us. Put your bibs on to catch all the drool. 🙂
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If your pulse has quickened and you’re weak in the knees, please rest awhile before heading over to Merely Day by Day, where host Cathy has the full menu of poetic goodness being shared in the blogosphere this week. Here’s looking at you, Beautiful!
*If, by chance, you’re strong enough and want even more, click here (you hussy).
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