13 February 2007 | Vol. 6, No. 4

I Am Not Yours

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.

About the author:

1884-1933. Sara Teasdale won the Columbia University Poetry Society prize in 1918 for Love Songs, which also won the annual prize of the Poetry Society of America. Although the popularity of her work declined considerably in the second half of the 20th century, it has received renewed interest in recent years. Learn more about the life and work of Sara Teasdale at Wikipedia.

For further reading:

See the complete list of work by Sara Teasdale at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 6, No. 4, where "I Am Not Yours" ran on February 13, 2007. List other work with these same labels: poetry, classic, love poem, rhyme.

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