The Look Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Look

Rating: 3.9


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.

The Look
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Assorted Thoughts 26 December 2009

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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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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