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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 15. ...the flower was not given to me...

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In the Air

 

The scent of a blossom from Eden!

The flower was not given to me,

But it freshened my spirit forever,

As it passed, on its way to thee.

 

In my soul is a lingering music:

The song was not meant for me,

But I listen, and listen, and wonder

To whom it can lovelier be.

 

The sounds and the scents that float by us –

They cannot tell whither they go;

Yet, however it fails of its errand,

Love makes the world sweeter, I know.

 

I know that love never is wasted,

Nor truth, nor the breath of a prayer;

And the thought that goes forth as a blessing

Must live, as a joy in the air.

—Lucy Larcom[i]

1840s

 

 

 

 

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I loved this last stanza particularly. I shared Larcom’s name with a friend who shares our interest in poetry; he was astounded not to have seen her work before.

I know that love never is wasted,

Nor truth, nor the breath of a prayer;

And the thought that goes forth as a blessing

Must live, as a joy in the air.

 

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20 minutes ago, Parker Owens said:

I loved this last stanza particularly. I shared Larcom’s name with a friend who shares our interest in poetry; he was astounded not to have seen her work before.

I know that love never is wasted,

Nor truth, nor the breath of a prayer;

And the thought that goes forth as a blessing

Must live, as a joy in the air.

 

Yes, thanks, Parker. At this point Lucy Larcom may be the greatest American poet with an 'forgotten' status, although universally admired in her times. I've read her work have a revival in the 1960s with the interest Feminists paid to her, but she needs to be read by everybody.  

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