Poetry,  Thoughts,  Writing

Friday’s Features: Sara Teasdale & What Weekly

Happy Friday everyone!

I’m just going to jump right into things today because I’ve got so much to do and very little time to accomplish what I need to do. So, here we go.

Today’s featured site is one I just discovered this morning and am impressed with already. What Weekly is an online magazine which features articles written by a collection of people with backgrounds in education, art, writing, and business with the focus on bringing positive social change by spotlighting the good things that happen all around us. I discovered them through Twitter when they followed me this morning, and I spent a good portion of breakfast reading their site. The writing is good, the subjects definitely in my interests, and absolutely worth a look. They also run a digital studio called What Works, but I have not had a chance to check it out. Go check them out and follow on Twitter.

Today’s poem is by Sara Teasdale. A few months ago I was emailed by a wonderful lady I am glad to call my friend, and she mentioned Sara Teasdale to me. I honestly did not know the name until I looked her up. It was the poem I am featuring today that I knew but had failed to remember the poet’s name. Ms. Teasdale is not overly known. She’s an American poet born in 1884 and she passed away due to suicide in 1933. Most critics found her work unsophisticated, but lyrical, and most of her work was well-received and highly praised for its evocative emotion. I have looked up more of her work and find it just as beautiful as this poem, which I am sharing with you today. You can read here and here for more of herย poetry.

xo Jess

sara

Let It Be Forgotten

By Sara Teasdale

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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