Love poems Desert Pools by Sara Teasdale romantic poetry art

Desert Pools


I love too much; I am a river
Surging with spring that seeks the sea,
I am too generous a giver,

Love will not stoop to drink of me.

His feet will turn to desert places
Shadowless, reft of rain and dew,
Where stars stare down with sharpened faces
From heavens pitilessly blue.

And there at midnight sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In stagnant water keen as fire.

Love Poem by Sara Teasdale

Love Art – Nude (1927-1928) by Alfred H. Maurer. Original from The Smithsonian.

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