Sarah Teasdale (1884-1933 / Missouri / United States)
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Poems by Sarah Teasdale : 2 / 147
"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.
Sarah Teasdale
Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Read poems about / on: lost, beautiful, wind, sea, light, love
Poems by Sarah Teasdale : 2 / 147
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Great poem [3, This was worth the time to read.
The lyricism of this poem flows from a deeply passionate and talented individual. Anyone can pour their heart onto a page, but to do so within the discipline of a well-crafted poem is a true blessing.
so lovely.........wonderfully thought
Lost as a light is lost in light. i like this part...
The poem is excellently written and portrays the ambivalence of love - which we all feel at one time in our lives. I think the poem is beautiful in its honesty.
It can take a lifetime to write 1 decent poem.
For most people, their window is closing before the fragrance seeps in.
To be able to smell the roses before they were laid upon your grave must have been quite extraordinary! ? ! ?
That’s all I have to say about that… :)
I believe this poem isn't about love.. it's about lust. So, therefore no one really knows what this poem is about.
I have to wonder if Sir Elton John stole his line in his song for Lady Diana like a candle in the wind from Sarah Teasdale's line in this poem like a taper in a rushing wind. She lived before him and wrote such beautiful poetry.
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
She is in deep love and longs to be loved by him likewise.
The complaint is a feeling of desperation in that longing for love.
A very beautiful poem indeed.
Definitely not the best poem I ever read....