Poetry Break

The Look by Sara Teasdale

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.

This poem can be found in Blushing: Expressions of Love in Poems and Letters compiled by Paul B. Janeczko. It’s available for check out at the library!