Friday, November 6, 2009

Poetry Friday

I hate to miss two days in a row on the blog (and I'll miss even more next week) so here are two posts for the price of one. Oh wait, you guys don't pay for these. Well it's a good deal anyway.

A small poem but one of my favorites. I'm always moved by unrequited love stories. And this short classic poem makes me happy and sad at the same time.

The Look
by Sara Teasdale

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

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