If I should see your eyes again,
I know how far their look would go —
Back to a morning in the park
With sapphire shadows on the snow.
Or back to oak trees in the spring
When you unloosed my hair and kissed
The head that lay against your knees
In the leaf shadow’s amethyst.
And still another shining place
We would remember — how the dun
Wild mountain held us on its crest
One diamond morning white with sun.
But I will turn my eyes from you
As women turn to put away
The jewels they have worn at night
And cannot wear in sober day.
After reading Dickinson, Plath, Poe and so on I am pleased to discover Mrs. Teasdale. I have never heard of her. Her poems are very lyrical and this poem is so cool because of the comparison to jewels. Shadows on snow are indeed bluish just like when you paint a mountain in the distance, it is never brown.
Though I am finding it difficult to deeply analyze this poem, I think it is beautiful and well written.