THE LONG HILL
I must have passed the crest a while ago
And now am going down -
Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,
But the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown.
All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there straight as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me -
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.
It was nearly level along the beaten track
And the brambles caught my gown -
But it's no use to think of going back.
The rest of the way will be only going down.
8 comments:
I never know what I'll find when I visit you! I like surprises!
Ah...the expectations of finding something and the outcome are always two different things. Sometimes it is hard to keep our eye on the road just as Teasdale did with the crest of the hill. I guess we should open our eyes to the bigger picture and not get caught up in the little things...like the brambles.
Lovely poem!!
I don't think I have read any of Sara Teasdale's work before. I like it...going to read more.... Thanks!
Another goodie. Lovely picture with words. ☺ I'm glad you're back posting poetry.
Debra, I know what you mean; sometime boring, sometimes not! The story of my life.
Alicia & gsc: Yes, I agree. I think it is a nice poem, and is analogous to my current frame of mind.
Ganeida, everything went off kilter for me this past several months. I'm attempting to regain my bearings. I'm glad you appreciate my poetry inclinations, as it was you who inspired me to try.
I should say, to try to read more poetry, not write it. I don't wrote poetry. : )
Obviously I don't wrote it, but I don't write it either!
I do ~ write poetry that is. Not good poetry but I enjoy fiddling.
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