April is National Poetry Month
The Look
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.
A poem by Sara Teasdale to celebrate National Poetry Month. For more about Sara Teasdale go here.
A poem by Sara Teasdale to celebrate National Poetry Month. For more about Sara Teasdale go here.
never have had a 'colin' in my life, wished with all my heart i did, i still don't. always had this struggle as to why it seems that some of us have a life where we get to sit back and watch it, rather that experience it! well, the colin part of it, anyways ;)
ReplyDeleteenjoy this day, beautiful one!
that was beautiful. thanks so much for sharing.
ReplyDeletehappy poetry month :D