Love Songs

Sara Teasdale

Description

Love Songs (1917) is a poetry collection by Sara Teasdale. The poet’s fourth collection, for which she was awarded the 1918 Pulitzer Prize, is a masterful collection of lyric poems meditating on life, romance, and the natural world. Somber and celebratory, symbolic and grounded in experience, Love Songs revels in the mystery of existence itself. From despair to elation, confusion to security, Sara Teasdale captures the many emotions at work in the hearts of lovers. In “November,” she explores the strange feeling that accompany a relationship nearing a mutual ending: “The world is tired, the year is old, / The fading leaves are glad to die, / The wind goes shivering with cold / Where the brown reeds are dry.” Beginning her brief verse with an observation of autumn, Teasdale moves into a bittersweet stanza on love grown stagnant, mirroring the world approaching winter: “Our love is dying like the grass, / And we who kissed grow coldly kind, / Half glad to see our old love pass / Like leaves along the wind.” So far from spring, the only thing certain is that these lovers must part ways. Refusing to romanticize love, to portray it as wholly positive or negative, the poet crafts a timeless collection on a timeless theme. For Teasdale, a poet who merges an abiding affection for flora and fauna with a critical distance from human affairs, the belief in the life of the world, with or without us, is enough. With a beautifully designed cover and professionally typeset manuscript, this edition of Sara Teasdale’s Love Songs is a classic work of American poetry reimagined for modern readers.

Sujets

• Themes
• Subjects
• American poetry
• List of poets from the United States
• Poetry
• Erotica
• Love

Informations

• Publié par: Mint Editions
• Date de parution: 03 août 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781513297422
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

Extrait

Love Songs
Sara Teasdale
 
Love Songs was first published in 1917.
This edition published by Mint Editions 2021.
ISBN 9781513295923 | E-ISBN 9781513297422
Published by Mint Editions®
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Publishing Director: Jennifer Newens
Design & Production: Rachel Lopez Metzger
Project Manager: Micaela Clark
Typesetting: Westchester Publishing Services
 
C ONTENTS I B ARTER T WILIGHT N IGHT S ONG AT A MALFI T HE L OOK A W INTER N IGHT A C RY G IFTS B UT N OT TO M E S ONG AT C APRI C HILD, C HILD L OVE M E P IERROT W ILD A STERS T HE S ONG FOR C OLIN F OUR W INDS D EBT F AULTS B URIED L OVE T HE F OUNTAIN I S HALL N OT C ARE A FTER P ARTING A P RAYER S PRING N IGHT M AY W IND T IDES A FTER L OVE N EW L OVE AND O LD T HE K ISS S WANS T HE R IVER N OVEMBER S PRING R AIN T HE G HOST S UMMER N IGHT, R IVERSIDE J EWELS II . I NTERLUDE: S ONGS OUT OF S ORROW I . S PIRIT’S H OUSE II . M ASTERY III . L ESSONS IV . W ISDOM V . I N A B URYING G ROUND VI . W OOD S ONG VII . R EFUGE III T HE F LIGHT D EW T ONIGHT E BB T IDE I W OULD L IVE IN Y OUR L OVE B ECAUSE T HE T REE OF S ONG T HE G IVER A PRIL S ONG T HE W ANDERER T HE Y EARS E NOUGH C OME J OY R ICHES D USK IN W AR T IME P EACE M OODS H OUSES OF D REAMS L IGHTS “ I A M N OT Y OURS” D OUBT T HE W IND M ORNING O THER M EN E MBERS M ESSAGE T HE L AMP IV A N OVEMBER N IGHT
 
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B ARTER
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
 
T WILIGHT
Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling;
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.
Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling.
 
N IGHT S ONG AT A MALFI
I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love—
It answered me with silence,
Silence above.
I asked the darkened sea
Down where the fishers go—
It answered me with silence,
Silence below.
Oh, I could give him weeping,
Or I could give him song—
But how can I give silence,
My whole life long?
 
T HE L OOK
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.