After Love Poem by Sara Teasdale
After Love
There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
You were the wind and I the sea -
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.
But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.
This is one of my favorites of Sara Teasdale she seems to have the ability to write to the core of life at times, very bitter/sweet. Bonnie
Such magic such love has ended. It seems without the wind and the sea, the choice of the pool proves ill taken. Is Vachel Lindsey the sea and Sarah Teasdale the pool? The pool obviously needs the storms of the sea not sanctuary.
It grows more bitter than the sea, For all its peace. /// after the love everything sometimes suppose to drink the bitterness of earth and sometimes suppose to living in the highest kingdom of paradise; the feelings of love such wonderful power that it can either kill or immortalize ///
Well expressed thoughts in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance...........................................
The aftermath of passion and its embers, best break up poem ever.
You were the wind and I the sea - There is no splendor any more, I have grown listless as the pool Beside the shore. a very fine poem. tony
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4/23/2024 7:24:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a remarkable poem filled with raw reality