The Old Maid Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Old Maid

Rating: 3.8

I saw her in a Broadway car,
The woman I might grow to be;
I felt my lover look at her
And then turn suddenly to me.

Her hair was dull and drew no light
And yet its color was as mine;
Her eyes were strangely like my eyes
Tho' love had never made them shine.

Her body was a thing grown thin,
Hungry for love that never came;
Her soul was frozen in the dark
Unwarmed forever by love's flame.

I felt my lover look at her
And then turn suddenly to me,--
His eyes were magic to defy
The woman I shall never be.

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Bri Edwards 14 August 2022

Especially stanza 3 reminds me of my good friend on PH, Lora Colon, and her lovelorn poems (she is no longer active her, alas) . bri : )

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Nabakishore Dash 14 August 2022

Congrats revered Sara.

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Richard Wlodarski 13 August 2022

Her resolve to not age like the Broadway star is so greatly strengthened by the mutual love she shares with her lover. This is such a powerful poem about requited and unrequited love. Well deserved POD. Congratulations, Sara on receiving this honour!

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Chinedu Dike 13 August 2022

Nicely expressed thoughts and feelings, an interesting piece of poetry

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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