Daily Sip - Longing

Longing
by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.

I read it in relation to love... that she had loved someone, but it hadn't worked out - had perhaps never been realized. She knows her soul will go on, but regrets that she physically never got to know this person. She's going to go the whole rest of her life and pass away withough knowing that intimacy.

Of course, from a 19th century perspective, that could be pretty scandalous. ; ) It's just one of many interpretations, I'm sure.

-This is Sibyllene.

I like the over the top drama of those days. The hero/ herion almost at the verge of dying, when they cannot have the one they long for.

Thanks for sharing, Sib. I loved this little gem:)