Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

The Kiss

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.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • * Sunprincess * (8/23/2014 9:28:00 PM)

    ...............wonder if this was a kiss from my honest opinion I believe it was.... (Report) Reply

  • Organizied Anarchist (12/30/2006 5:38:00 PM)

    Another great poem. Teasdale writes in a wonderful two verse prose that is so simple. This is a sad poem about a girl who has bittersweet emotions about being kissed by the man she loves. She is happy that he loves her but is sad that his kiss isn't as wonderful as she hoped it would be. (Report) Reply

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