7.26.2010

i am not yours

Because postcards from dreamland reminded me of how moving this poem is...

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.

by Sara Teasdale
 

(Film is FUN!)
I'm not a poetry person. I can appreciate it if only occasionally, but this poem was adapted to a song that I sang in a choir a few years ago, so it has a greater sentimental value to me than most poetry. Plus, the song is incredible. 
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I am craving this hair, again. As always. That was a fun time.

Is it just me, or has the summer completely flown by? I can not get over the fact that July is almost OVER. I mean, it's practically Christmas!

3 comments:

Monica said...

I freaking forgot how much I loved Concert Choir until this...oh man. Gorgeous. Anna, I love you.

Bryan said...

Your pictures feel like good dreams....speaking of Christmas, I think I want you to tale pictures of me.

我 moi said...

beautiful poem

xxx