Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

The Look - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.


Comments about The Look by Sara Teasdale

  • (12/26/2009 6:25:00 PM)


    Be it on the giving or, the receiving end of this.
    This is truly a timeless, relatable poem that anyone can appreciate.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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