wanderlustlover's review
5.0
I read this one first and it stole my heart entirely.
I called my girlfriend and read one of the poems to her voicemail, that was so deeply how I felt about her. And wrote another on my journal that seemed so much like me at this time. And I got lost in the deep beauty of this.
I called my girlfriend and read one of the poems to her voicemail, that was so deeply how I felt about her. And wrote another on my journal that seemed so much like me at this time. And I got lost in the deep beauty of this.
ultimatecryptid's review against another edition
emotional
hopeful
sad
4.0
Beautiful poems which really explore the bredth of emotions that can come coupled with love, including some of the more negative ones like disappointment.
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.
bmgoodyear's review against another edition
5.0
Sara Teasdale wrote Love Songs in 1917 and received 3 awards for it: the Columbia University Poetry Society prize, the 1918 Pulitzer Prize for poetry and the annual prize of the Poetry Society of America. It's a beautiful collection of poetry that I'm so thankful to have stumbled upon.
My absolute favorite:
"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.
My absolute favorite:
"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.