Broken Things by Sara Teasdale
1.
This is for you. If you were waiting for a sign, this is it.
2.
You needed to break so you will understand that you are made of fragments. And that you can be put back together.
3.
This process—this living, this gathering of the self which has scattered—this is what is at stake, and not the pieces sliding into place.
4.
You will never get back everything. This is the risk of living. Of loving.
5.
You are stronger than you think.
Broken Things
Sara TeasdaleBroken things are loveliest,
Broken clouds when dusk is red,
Broken waves where a rainbow rides,
Broken words left half unsaid.Broken things, broken things—
How quietly they comfort me,
Riven cliffs, where I can watch
The broken beauty of the sea.
V.
thank you!
Ai~
Somehow, your entry is even better than the actual poem. I can’t thank you enough for putting this blog up. God bless you.
Susan Scheid
Your pairings of your own words with the poems you choose are a source of continual amazement and inspiration to me. I’m reminded, too, of WCW, finding beauty in that shard of glass, and of Perelman’s Chronic Meanings, how so much is said in what is “half unsaid.”
Yati Nasir
i always looking forward for your entries. inspired with your selections and your words. everything are seems connected.
E.
i would hug you if i could. thank you.
Zsuzsi
How I love this exactly tonight.
dan
I’m so glad that one evening I came across your blog. I was searching for a particular poem and Read a Little Poetry was one of the search results. I’ve read so many poets’ work that I would never otherwise have come across. And I love your own writing. Such a wonderful engagement with art. Really pleased that you’re back. You have a fabulous sensibility.
Steve Schwartzman
I’m reminded of the line in Leonard Cohen’s “Anthem”: “There is a crack, a crack in everything / That’s how the light gets in.”
The Bedside Poet
“Contradict yourself. In order to live, you must remain broken up.”
– Wyndham Lewis
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