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 her poetry.
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.