Sara Teasdale (8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

Note to the hapless Pruchnicki - a) abuse is not criticism. b) a crystal does not burn and it is like neither fire nor sun. c) it is a mistake to make another poem up vaguely based on the one under consideration. Any poet can chant fire and sun and spirit but they mean nothing, except, of course, to those who do not have the intellectual rigor to resist the specious.

Note to the hapless Pruchnicki - a) abuse is not criticism. b) a crystal does not burn and it is like neither fire nor sun. c) it is a mistake to make your own poem up.. Any poet can chant fire and sun and spirit but they mean nothing, except, of course, to those who do not have the intellectual rigor to resist specious poetry.

Although this poem has some lovely imagery. The line ending dun - to begin the next line with sands jars and doesn't sit right on the tongue. Maybe it was written in haste to capture the days emotions and feelings and not looked at again as it seems very slack and lazy in parts. However it does impart a bright warm sunny day on the beach where two lovers meet. Doesn't make it a great poem though.

I for one never had tender feet, and scouting was for the white neighborhood kids, if we let them move into the barrio. Nyuk, knuk, knuk.

The speaker laments that such an intense emotional experience cannot be retained beyond its allotted time. Yet the poet writes a poem that allows us to feel that experience ourselves through the printed word and with our imagination.

One day of intense emotion that cannot be lived again, the speaker laments. One day that stands out for its unparalleled combination of fire and sun with its attendant insight and illumination, unlike the mostly humdrum days that go by one dull day after another! Note to dolts like Straw, a crystal intensifies and magnifies the light which passes through it. That was stuff we learned as tenderfoot Scouts back in the day!

i feel suffocating, it is horribly exciting.

sounds beautiful n comfy i like it....

Love in a burning situation lifts high the spirit to sky and drowns deep into the sea indeed!

The torment of time and separation, is brought forth succinctly in the last lines. Much en capsuled in the few lines of the entire poem.