| Poems by Women |
THE KISS
Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the
tenderness of rain -
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like
theirs again?
I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
They surged about me
singing of the south -
I turned my head away to keep still holy
Your kiss
upon my mouth.
And swift sweet rains of shining April weather
Found not my lips where
living kisses are;
I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
As rain puts
out a star.
I am my love's and he is mine forever,
Sealed with a seal and safe
forevermore -
Think you that I could let a beggar enter
Where a king stood
before?
Sara Teasdale [1884-1933]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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