Jen has
introduced us to an American poet Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) she is known for
many works of literature incuding Sonnets to Duse, Helen of Tory and Other
Poems, Rivers to the Sea, Flame and Shaddows and Love Songs. Jen says that Teasdale is probably bst known
for three poems: “Like Barley Bending”, “I
shall Not Care”, and “Leaves”.
Our
inspiration today is to read this poem and share what it means to you:
Leaves (1917)
ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
I who was content to be
But a silken-singing tree,
But a rustle of delight
In the wistful heart of night,
I have lost the leaves that knew
Touch of rain and weight of dew.
Blinded by a leafy crown
I looked neither up nor down -
But the little leaves that die
Have left me room to see the sky;
Now for the first time I know
Stars above and earth below.
© Sara Teasdale
On my way to work yesterday I had extra time
and took photos in the local park near the office. So what a delight to read this prompt today! This poem has several meanings to me and reading
it a few times, I am sharing one interpretation.
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journey's end
lavish leaves
standing proudly
shading golden star
filled with amour-propre
confident with purpose
lost, in foliage
missing meaning
only filtered light
trapped in splendid hues
meeting life’s trimester
reds, ambers, yellows
swollen ego still persists
filtered light
embracing nature’s third act
winds strip every vanity
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shedding one by one
looking up to heaven,
journey’s end... alight.
© Tournesol '14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/23
