APPRAISAL
Never think she loves him wholly,
Never believe her love is blind,
All his faults are locked securely
In a closet of her mind;
All his indecisions folded
Like old flags that time has faded,
Limp and streaked with rain,
And his cautiousness like garments
Frayed and thin, with many a stain--
Let them be, oh let them be,
There is treasure to outweigh them,
His proud will that sharply stirred,
Climbs as surely as the tide.
Senses strained too taut to sleep,
Gentleness to beast and bird,
Humor flickering hushed and wide,
As the moon on moving water,
And a tenderness too deep
To be gathered in a word.
--Sara Teasdale
"Who is it you marry? You marry a sinner. There is nobody else to marry!" --Elisabeth Elliot
Never believe her love is blind,
All his faults are locked securely
In a closet of her mind;
All his indecisions folded
Like old flags that time has faded,
Limp and streaked with rain,
And his cautiousness like garments
Frayed and thin, with many a stain--
Let them be, oh let them be,
There is treasure to outweigh them,
His proud will that sharply stirred,
Climbs as surely as the tide.
Senses strained too taut to sleep,
Gentleness to beast and bird,
Humor flickering hushed and wide,
As the moon on moving water,
And a tenderness too deep
To be gathered in a word.
--Sara Teasdale
"Who is it you marry? You marry a sinner. There is nobody else to marry!" --Elisabeth Elliot
posted by lydiagreene at 2/11/2006 03:04:00 PM
3 Comments:
mrs. greene, thank you for this post. it has made me think and unexpectedly encouraged me.
"...and a tenderness too deep..."
These words are so true.
One of the poems I treasure most, of all I've known so far.
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