Mary Posted August 12, 2007 Report Share Posted August 12, 2007 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. Sara Teasdale Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
harry hayes Posted August 12, 2007 Report Share Posted August 12, 2007 Bit rueful, Mary. But there,s more to love than a kiss. Happy days Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ex padgate girl Posted August 12, 2007 Report Share Posted August 12, 2007 Is there? Thats where i went wrong then, im easily pleased. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mary Posted August 12, 2007 Author Report Share Posted August 12, 2007 This is a classic love poem Harry - Sara Teasdale wrote it a long time ago - it is what is underneath that I see. The feeling the woman had before she kissed him was imaginaery after the kiss realistic - and she isn't sure she likes it. Thats my take on it anyway - and I can say in my own life I have felt like her. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
harry hayes Posted August 12, 2007 Report Share Posted August 12, 2007 Good for you Mary. I can,t put that interpretation on it myself, but i,m not so arrogant as to assume I must be right. Best wishes.Happy days Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mary Posted August 12, 2007 Author Report Share Posted August 12, 2007 Harry poetry like all art is what the person reading it sees. If the poet does a good job then we will see their vision but mostly we see our own. No right and no wrong dear! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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