I
am not yours, not lost in you,
Not
lost, although I long to be
Lost
as a candle lit at noon,
Lost
as a snowflake in the sea.
You
love me and I find you still
A
spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet
I am I, who long to be
Lost
as a light is lost in light.
Oh
plunge me deep in love – put out
My
senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept
by the tempest of your love,
A
taper in a rushing wind.
on the Poet:
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was a lyric poet who won many awards for poetry including the Pulitzer in 1918 for her anthology Love Songs.
on a personal note:
Once again it’s that
special time of the year when the hearts of florists, chocolatiers, and lingerie manufacturers thrill to the sweet tune of ka-ching!
ka-ching! To my regular readers, I’m sorry that I choose this particular
month to strafe you with Anti-Valentines.
Gentlemen, if like Sigmund
Freud, you too are asking yourself “what do women want”, the answer is simple –
something other than whatever you’re offering right now.
You love
me, and I find you still
A spirit
beautiful and bright,
Yet I am
I, who long to be
Lost as a
light is lost in light.
[Translation: It’s not you, it’s me.]
It’s enough to make a
guy cancel the bouquet and reach for the remote. Alas, football season is over,
and the great day of Love is looming around the corner like a mugger in a dark
alley.
Coming back to the
poem, the one recurrent word is ‘lost’ – in
you, as a candle lit at noon, as a snowflake in the sea, as a light is lost in
light.
Is the poet asking for
too much, or is she merely giving words to something that many of us would be too embarrassed
to articulate – a yearning for a love that is all-consuming, powerful, and redeeming. Openly admitting this would gain us the pity of our friends, and the names of
some recommended therapists from others who only wish us well.
This is a lovely lyric poem; but as euphonious as it sounds, it represents an impossible emotional neediness that would send most people scrambling for the exit. We are no more here
waiting for someone else to complete us with their love, any more than we are
here to fill another’s inner void. Live long enough and we come to find that
life is less about the love we demand than the love we give - freely,
unstintingly, and with no thought of self; and perhaps, that is the only way to be lost as a
light is lost in light.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Happy Valentine's Day.
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