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Sara Teasdale (8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)
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Poems by Sara Teasdale : 59 / 147
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
Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Edited: Saturday, July 09, 2011
Read poems about / on: sea, heart, love, dream
Poems by Sara Teasdale : 59 / 147
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Wooooow, I've never seen such an amazing poem :)
She must have been AMAZING in bed!
I read the poem only once and I've seen love all over it, not just love as people tend to take it simply like lust, no, but love that is pure. In the poem, i believe lies the path to true love. It is the very fact it has that makes it worth reading. I am certainly going to read once again.
One of my favourites ever!
Well, this poem is not a simple one, it's a super poem with great aspects of loving. it shows how your love is sweet and pure to an other person. we should learn from this poem to understand to how love each other or our loves in the best way. for sure this poem is a GREAT work for those who thinks! !
well done
When you are in true love!
You get submissive..
And joy of true love lies in this very fact..
You enjoy nothing but taking care of the one you love truly!
love is an entirely exotic SELFLESS feeling..
When you find someone more important than yourself..!
It's true today's woman has no use for such worshipful love and would be hard put
to find anyone deserving of such unremitting devotion. I doubt very much that Teasdale was fully understood even in her own time, let alone this new epoch of exaggerated hedonism.
This is not a great poem, and it suggests a kind of submissive love whose promise for continuation is not great.
What kind of man would want a woman to love him like this? Talk about a wet dishcloth! This is not love - it is relinquishing all self to be utterly subject to another. Love is the marriage of true minds, not the emptying of the brain and heart ofone in favour of the other. I would say to this woman 'For God's sake go away and find yourself - then you can talk about love.'
I Would Live in Your
hour and yours were my eternity
and in between the waiting
it grew much more than that
and so much well,
made harder
look wait listen there below
from the ends and laughing
there is not one pill for every thing
forever's young at dawn
and green tears are west
beneath our feet....iip