Two Love Poems and Some Chocolate
February 14 approaches. And since I probably won’t post before that day, I decided to post one of the most romantic poems I’ve ever read. I found this poem about 18 years ago in the library. I was bored and picked up a large poetry book, a large all-inclusive volume, to occupy myself. I read this poem by Sara Teasdale that floored me and I immediately copied it for my records. To this day, I think this is on my top five list of favorite poems (and made me a fan of Sara Teasdale). Enjoy!
When I am Not With You
When I am not with you
I am alone,
For there is no one else
And there is nothing
That comforts me but you.
When you are gone
Suddenly I am sick,
Blackness is round me,
There is nothing left.
I have tried many things,
Music and cities,
Stars in their constellations
And the sea,
But there is nothing
That comforts me but you;
And my poor pride bows down
Like grass in a rain-storm
Drenched with my longing.
The night is unbearable,
Oh let me go to you
For there is no one,
There is nothing
To comfort me but you.
— Sara Teasdale
Also, I bought a candy bar at Whole Foods this weekend and, SURPRISE!, it came with a love poem inside by Pushkin. Who knew Russians could be so romantic!
A Magic Moment I Remember
A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that’s beautiful and rare
I pray to mute despair and anguish,
To vain the pursuits world esteems,
Long did I hear your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.
Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.
In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me
No one to cry for, live for, love.
Then came a moment of reinessance,
I looked up – you again are there
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that’s beautiful and rare.
– Alexander Pushkin
Happy Valentine’s Day!