I Am Not Yours

Kaida likes me to read her poetry before she falls asleep. Last night it was one by Sara Teasdale. This poem simultaneously set the "Women's Movement" back twenty years while setting the "Women Getting Some" Movement forward a decade. (And by women getting some, I'm referring to Sara. Kaida has to wait until there's a ring on my finger.)

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.