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205: I Am Not Yours

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"I Am Not Yours"
Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Comments

( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
linnaimmortal
May. 19th, 2008 10:59 pm (UTC)
My favorite thus far.
lirren
May. 19th, 2008 11:17 pm (UTC)
This is going down as one of my all time favorites.
sereneignorance
May. 19th, 2008 11:35 pm (UTC)
Beautiful.
cloudnine37
May. 20th, 2008 02:31 am (UTC)
wonderful. I appreciate.
sectionchild
May. 20th, 2008 02:32 am (UTC)
There is a poem about mackerel in a market which reminds me of this. It's sort of the idea that heaven is losing your individuality--that in that giving yourself over to something else, making your "self" blend into a greater whole--is the highest form of happiness.

But it's a beautiful love poem too.

Hope you feel better :-)
daichi_no_ryoku
May. 20th, 2008 05:14 pm (UTC)
Any chance you could point me in the direction of that poem?
mira_halcyone
May. 20th, 2008 06:50 pm (UTC)
You don't by any chance mean Carl Sandburg's Fish Crier, do you? That is one of my very favourite poems.
michaeleen
May. 20th, 2008 03:23 am (UTC)
This is beyond amazing ♥
crazedazed13
May. 20th, 2008 04:18 am (UTC)
I felt the emotion, where this came from. Genuine lines, not trying too hard, I love it.
busterfriendly
May. 20th, 2008 07:17 am (UTC)
oh my, that's a great poem.
bronchitikat
May. 20th, 2008 12:07 pm (UTC)
Indeed wonderful.

Although there is much to be said for mature, committed, reasoned love too, even if it doesn't have the fireworks! It lasts longer for one thing.
umbralin
May. 20th, 2008 01:37 pm (UTC)
Ooh what a beautiful poem.

This is quite similar to a few lines from William Wordsworth's The Prelude:

In brief, a child of Nature, as at first,
Diffusing only those affections wider
That from the cradle had grown up with me,
And losing, in no other way than light
Is lost in light, the weak in the more strong.

Although Wordsworth is talking about ideals and not love. It's really interesting to see how Teasdale can use the same idea to fit a different theme.
justplaincool
May. 20th, 2008 07:35 pm (UTC)
Lost as a snowflake in the sea

Such imagery. And what a beautiful and powerful poem.
salamisim
May. 22nd, 2008 02:19 am (UTC)
wow what a strong poem 0.0
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