Superb Poetry

I was browing around on Poetry.com today and found a great poet named Sara Teasdale. I had never heard of her before, but she is great. She lived in the late 19th and early 20th centuries and I'd love to read more of her poetry! I found some of them and really like what I've read so far! I thought I'd share them! I also found a wonderful poem last week that was poem of the day when I found it. So, that'll be at the end of this post. I just had another poem of my own published by Poetry.com which is quite exciting--it always is! So, I'm back into poetry and writing. I'm a poet, and even I have to think to read a lot of it (poetry, that is). But poetry is so beautiful and intricate. It conveys things, emotions and messages in a complex and yet simple way! Poetry definately keeps your brain active! I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I do! Have a wonderful evening! Thank you, Lord, for my numerous blessings, the discovery of a new poet, another poem being published, and the gift/love of poetry/writing!!!! Thank you also, Lord, for my family and my home!

In Light N' Love,
-Sarah Liz :)

Poems by Sara Teasdale

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.

May
The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.

Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.


Longing
I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.


The Kiss
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.


POEM OF THE DAY:
by Ravi Nayar

Gardens in the Sand
On the dunes of this Kuwaiti desert
Parched by years of greed and conflict
The north-easterlies weave patterns learnt
Perhaps an incarnation or two ago
Over the exquisite rock gardens of Kyoto.

Amidst the debris of invasion and occupation
The chiaroscuro of browns and burnt oil sludge
Weave a carpet of Rohrsach blots on the sand
Inviting us to project onto the undulations
The anthers and petals of pain and maybe hope
Hidden in the dark recesses of our minds.

Like the parched winds shifting the sand
Looking for a tinge of moisture
We sift through the debris of our lives
And find nothing but flotsam and jetsam
In the garden of sand in our minds