No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.
Beautiful poem with great wisdom shared! Sara was the bomb...much can be learned from her works even after so much time has passed. A fan Shelley
' When you are alone And gaze in the depths of the icy stone. Long, look long and you will be blessed: This is a short, eloquent, striking piece. The lines above are exceptional. Xx NDS
A lovely profound write. I have attempted a translation of this poem in my mother tongue, Malayalam. Those who follow Malayalam, may please read it.
An insightful work of art nicely crafted in beautiful diction with conviction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I absolutely love this poem! It finally explains the truth about love and trying to possess the object of your affection. The more you try to possess, you become the one possessed by your own hand. You become taken over by your desire to have and not your desire to love and to care. I have two grown daughters and I have tried to say these things to them, but Sara Teasdale does a better job of it in her poem, Advice to a Girl.