The Kiss Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Kiss

Rating: 3.5


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.

The Kiss
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 17 September 2015

This is truly delightful and sums up our expectations when they fall short of reality.

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Kinyua Karanja 17 September 2015

Sometimes we tend to be so optimistic and set our expectations so higher in love and relationships, this is dangerous when face the real thing. Nice poem.

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Seema Jayaraman 17 September 2015

A very honest writing...rarely seen

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Sylvaonyema Uba 21 April 2018

...he has kissed my mouth. An octave stanza Structured in two quatrains. SylvaOnyemaUba

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Doran Ellis 03 June 2017

love this a nice poem

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Terry Craddock 17 September 2015

Reality cannot always attain the beauty of dreams aspired to.

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Kim Barney 17 September 2015

Of all the comments below, David Wood said it best. Pretty much what I was going to say. Thanks, David.

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Akachukwu Lekwauwa 17 September 2015

this poem is so moving

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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