Good Intentions and More Poetry

I believe there’s a road to hell paved with those very intentions.

Remember how I thought there would be time?

There wasn’t.

I did go to the Sunday munch and had some really interesting conversations, some with aisha, that I want to write about.

I have a couple other topics rattling around.

However, to be truthful, it’s not going to happen tomorrow, either, I imagine.  Tomorrow will be the last day my friend is in town, and we’ll do something tomorrow night, which will be fun, but then, I think, on Tuesday things will be back to normal, and I’ll be back and more wordy.

In the meantime, I’m going to add another couple Sara Teasdale poems, because, well, because I can.

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Jewels

If I should see your eyes again,

I know how far their look would go —

Back to a morning in the park

With sapphire shadows on the snow.

Or back to oak trees in the spring

When you unloosed my hair and kissed

The head that lay against your knees

In the leaf shadow’s amethyst.

And still another shining place

We would remember — how the dun

Wild mountain held us on its crest

One diamond morning white with sun.

But I will turn my eyes from you

As women turn to put away

The jewels they have worn at night

And cannot wear in sober day.

Sara Teasdale

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Advice to a Girl

No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone.
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.

Sara Teasdale

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I Would Live in Your Love

I would live in your love

as the sea grasses live in the sea,

Borne up by each wave as it passes,

drawn down by each wave that recedes;

I would empty my soul of the dreams

that have gathered in me,

I would beat with your heart as it beats,

I would follow your soul as it leads.

Sara Teasdale