Talking Poetry

Talking Poetry

Now we're poetry-talking :) I liked those two poems for both fave poets of mine. They're not the best for them, but the first one got me thinking..hmmm.

Fragment
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The body,
Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul,
The Soul's self-symbol, its image of itself.
Its own yet not itself--

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A Prayer
By Sara Teasdale

When I am dying, let me know
That I loved the blowing snow
Although it stung like whips;
That I loved all lovely things
And I tried to take their stings
With gay unembittered lips;
That I loved with all my strength,
To my soul's full depth and length,
Careless if my heart must break,
That I sang as children sing
Fitting tunes to everything,
Loving life for its own sake.


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