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Primavera Mia: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

The speaker watches as autumn leaves fall and trees shed their golden leaves, like kings removing their crowns at the end of their reigns. However, in the speaker's mind, the brown autumn leaves leap back to life, dressing in fresh green leaves as in a happy spring. When the speaker hears the other person's words on the wind, they take root in their heart. The speaker feels their world catch fire with music from the other's mouth, and that through this person, they see light as if having been blind. The speaker knows that this person is their sun, song and spring.

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Primavera Mia: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

The speaker watches as autumn leaves fall and trees shed their golden leaves, like kings removing their crowns at the end of their reigns. However, in the speaker's mind, the brown autumn leaves leap back to life, dressing in fresh green leaves as in a happy spring. When the speaker hears the other person's words on the wind, they take root in their heart. The speaker feels their world catch fire with music from the other's mouth, and that through this person, they see light as if having been blind. The speaker knows that this person is their sun, song and spring.

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Primavera Mia

Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)


As kings, seeing their lives about to pass,
Take off the heavy ermine and the crown,
So had the trees that autumn-time laid down
Their golden garments on the dying grass,
When I, who watched the seasons in the glass
Of my own thoughts, saw all the autumn's brown
Leap into life and wear a sunny gown
Of leafage fresh as happy April has.
Great spring came singing upward from the south;
For in my heart, far carried on the wind,
Your words like winged seeds took root and grew,
And all the world caught music from your mouth;
I saw the light as one who had been blind,
And knew my sun and song and spring were you.

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