I Am Not Yours

Sara Teasdale

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.

After Love by Sara Teasdale
There is no magic any more

Barter by Sara Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell

Faults by Sara Teasdale
They came to tell your faults to me

Four Winds by Sara Teasdale
"Four winds blowing thro' the sky

I Love You by Sara Teasdale
When April bends above me

Summer Night, Riverside by Sara Teasdale
In the wild soft summer darkness

The Falling Star by Sara Teasdale
I saw a star slide down the sky

The Gift by Sara Teasdale
What can I give you, my lord, my lover

The Kiss by Sara Teasdale
Before you kissed me only winds of heaven

The Look by Sara Teasdale
Strephon kissed me in the spring

There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,

What Do I Care by Sara Teasdale
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring

		Poems About Difficult Love
		A Love Song by William Carlos Williams
		Anna, Thy Charms by Robert Burns
		Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
		Caboose Thoughts by Carl Sandburg
		Dregs by César Vallejo
		He would not stay for me, and who can wonder by A. E. Housman
		I Do Not Love Thee by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
		Last Words to Miriam by D. H. Lawrence
		Love's Secret by William Blake
		Loving and Beloved by Sir John Suckling
		Never give all the heart by W. B. Yeats
		One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
		Opal by Amy Lowell
		The Barrier by Claude McKay
		The More Loving One by W. H. Auden
		The Peace That So Lovingly Descends by Noelle Kocot
		To His Coy Love by Michael Drayton
		What Do I Care by Sara Teasdale
		What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
		Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand by Walt Whitman
		Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay