Tuesday, July 03, 2007

A Poem: Just Because

I've never read much poetry by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), but found this one today and thought it was lovely. Highly steeped in romanticism, yes, but there are some truths here nonetheless. I especially love the last part of the first stanza...


Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

Sara Teasdale


Erin said...

Life is lovely indeed! What a gift it is not to lose the wonder of it as we get older...

Beth said...

Well-said! :-)

Rebecki said...

Thank you indeed.

Beth said...

You're welcome! Isn't poetry grand?