National Poetry Month - #1

There are a couple things I miss about teaching, like funny things students say, summers off, and getting to teach poetry during national poetry month.  So since I don't have a classroom this year to share some of what I love with students, I'm going to force it on you, dear readers.

I'd like to share some poems that I love or have just discovered and love.  I'm beginning with a poet I've enjoyed for a few years, Sara Teasdale.  Her poems usually deal with love {or the lack of love} and have a very classical yet melancholy feel to them.  If you're feeling sad or wistful or introspective, her poems make lovely companions.

Longing
by Sara Teasdale

I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.

Buried Love
by Sara Teasdale

I shall bury my weary Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.
I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow,
But oh, I shall weep at night
When none will know.