A Winter Bluejay by Sara Teasdale

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend December 14, 2014   A Winter Bluejay   Sara Teasdale

Crisply the bright snow whispered, Crunching beneath our feet; Behind us as we walked along the parkway, Our shadows danced, Fantastic shapes in vivid blue. Across the lake the skaters Flew to and fro, With sharp turns weaving A frail invisible net. In ecstasy the earth Drank the silver sunlight; In ecstasy the skaters Drank the wine of speed; In ecstasy we laughed Drinking the wine of love. Had not the music of our joy Sounded its highest note? But no, For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said, “Oh look!” There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple, Fearless and gay as our love, A bluejay cocked his crest! Oh who can tell the range of joy Or set the bounds of beauty?            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “A Winter Bluejay” was published in Teasdale’s book Rivers to the Sea (The Macmillan Company, 1915).   Sara Teasdale was born in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1884. She published four collections of poetry, including Love Songs, which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1918. Teasdale died in New York City in 1933. Poetry by Teasdale   Love Songs (Dodo Press, 2008) "A Bird came down the Walk (328)" by Emily Dickinson "Spellbound" by Emily Brontë "Picture-books in Winter" by Robert Louis Stevenson Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038