I've posted poems by Sara Teasdale before ( "Night" and "The Look"), and each time I come across one of her poems, I find I love her work. I must, therefore, try to remember to read more of it still. In my (almost nonexistent due to current writing frenzy) spare time.

Today's choice is "I am not yours", which was the poem of the day from The ( Read more... )

Longtime readers know that I generally share something that's on my mind. And like Forrest Gump's box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.

Today, I'm sharing with you a poem by German poet Friedrich Rückert, which I first learned as a lied, a poem set to music. The version I was just singing in the shower was set by Robert ( Read more... )