by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
After love
Language: English
There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I for you. You were the wind and I the sea -- There is no splendor any more, I have grown listless as the pool Beside the shore. But though the pool is safe from storm And from the tide has found surcease, It grows more bitter than the sea, For all its peace.
Confirmed with Sara Teasdale, Love Songs, New York, The Macmillan Company, 1917, page 31.
Authorship
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "After love", appears in Love Songs, first published 1917 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "After love", 2008 [mezzo-soprano and piano] [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Après l'amour", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Nach einer Liebe", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2009-03-06
Line count: 12
Word count: 72