Sara Teasdale's
"The Falling Star"
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
And . . .
Sara Teasdale's
"Night"
Stars over snow,
And in the west a planet
Swinging below a star -
Look for a lovely thing and you will find it,
It is not far -
It never will be far.
Poems from
All The Silver Pennies
Edited by Blanche Jennings Thompson
In my book . . . what we wish for might be soon and forever be gone - reach for those stars! "Look for the lovely" . . . It never will be far."
There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done . . . inexorably, unalterably done.Sara Teasdale
