Those Who Love

Those Who Love

by Sara Teasdale

Those who love the most, Do not talk of their love, Francesca, Guinevere, Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise, In the fragrant gardens of heaven Are silent, or speak if at all Of fragile inconsequent things. And a woman I used to know Who loved one man from her youth, Against the strength of the fates Fighting in somber pride Never spoke of this thing, But hearing his name by chance, A light would pass over her face.

Those who love and feel passion deeply are often unwilling to speak about it. Sometimes  feelings are so strong that finding the right words are useless. Others simply do not talk of their love, but rattle on about  inconsequential events and talk about things that don't matter.  Even if one could talk, sometimes the object of that love cannot even see the person who loves him/her. There is a story of a woman who played Mozart's Symphony #40  as the first piece of music for her son while pregnant.   There are songs that remind us of our first loves, our first dance and romance. When you hear the sound of your lover's name, do you feel a light pass over your face?   I am including Mozart's Symphony # 40 for you to hear as an example of a first love song. According to Leonard Bernstein, "It is hard to think of another composer who so perfectly marries form and passion." Tristan and Iseult

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