I Love You

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.

by Sara Teasdale

Comments (6)

...General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think... Powerful poem.
Apart from the exquisite poetic beauty that it has, the poem delivers a blow to the war machines active in any part of the world. Yes, the man can think.
I would like to know when the poem was written, before of after Hitler invaded Poland. My guess would be just before. It would be interesting to find out.
Makes me wonder. Picasso's paintings are so abstract - that they have always made me wonder two things: did he really see the world that way - ie, when looking at people's faces did he really see their features as jumbled as they are depicted in his paintings? Secondly, did his interpretation of that vision affect the way he depicted it on canvass? Was his problem not with people's faces but rather with painting them on geometric shapes, such as canvass? There have been studies of people who had the bridge area between the two halves severed. It's called the corpus collossum. The blindfolded subjects could hold an apple in their left hand while simultaneously describing it by writing the word 'apple' with their right hand. But when asked to describe verbally the object held in their left hand the subjects verbally could not - usually saying they could not determine what it was. The brain is a powerfully ordinate thing that can bring vision, feel, taste and touch in so many different varieties dependent upon such simple little things as serotonin or vitamin deficiencies. One could spend his entire life devoted to the study of such anomalies. But what a waste, for in the long run we only come to the conclusion that Picasso's art is crap. And so is this poem. Yes, I get that he is attempting to animate the belief that we are all just peons to our governments. But I just did that in 20 words. I don't have to try and decipher what he is trying to say with every other abstract line. So the day is marked on the calendar. And one of them will be marked with a cross. Probably has something to do with a date of war - but I don't care. Reading this poem was a waste of my time.
One of those few characters who could make an impact on thinking towards humanity. He is immortal and his creations are not time bound. I like the poem, which very clearly reflects a true picture of an existing ground situation.
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