Oh poetry friends, today I have a deeply swoon-worthy poem for you from a new-to-me female poet whose work I’ve quickly come to adore. Sara Treavor Teasdale wrote a number of volumes of poetry and won several prestigious awards for her works. She lived a tragic life, but produced dozens of beautiful poems before ending her own life at the age of 49.
In 1914 Teasdale married Ernst Filsinger, who is presumably the inspiration behind her poem, To E.
The door was opened and I saw you there
And for the first time heard you speak my name.
Then like the sun your sweetness overcame
My shy and shadowy mood; I was aware
That joy was hidden in your happy hair,
And that for you love held no hint of shame;
My eyes caught light from yours, within whose flame
Humor and passion have an equal share.
How many times since then have I not seen
Your great eyes widen when you talk of love,
And darken slowly with a fair desire;
How many times since then your soul has been
Clear to my gaze as curving skies above,
Wearing like them a raiment made of fire.
Happy Friday, friends!