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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Tuesday's featured poem... Places.. by. Sara Teasdale


Places I love come back to me like music,

Hush me and heal me when I am very tired;

I see the oak woods at Saxton's flaming

In a flare of crimson by the frost newly fired;

And I am thirsty for the spring in the valley

As for a kiss ungiven and long desired.

I know a bright world of snowy hills at Boonton,

A blue and white dazzling light on everything one sees,

The ice-covered branches of the hemlocks sparkle

Bending low and tinkling in the sharp thin breeze,

And iridescent crystals fall and crackle on the snow-crust

With the winter sun drawing cold blue shadows from the trees.

Violet now, in veil on veil of evening

The hills across from Cromwell grow dreamy and far;

A wood-thrush is singing soft as a viol

In the heart of the hollow where the dark pools are;

The primrose has opened her pale yellow flowers

And heaven is lighting star after star.

Places I love come back to me like music --

Mid-ocean, midnight, the waves buzz drowsily;

In the ship's deep churning the eerie phosphorescence

Is like the souls of people who were drowned at sea,

And I can hear a man's voice, speaking, hushed, insistent,

At midnight, in mid-ocean, hour on hour to me.

~Sara Teasdale~

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