Wonderful, rich and vivid images of the scenes of my youth (male version of course) . The poem evokes such happy thoughts/memories, simpler times. It leads to me to wonder if I am making such memories for my children, and will they be able to fondly remember playing with the dollhouse at the top of the stairs.
I especially love the idea that sleep and imagination are the only places where time can not reach.
Sarah Teasdale's poems are very powerful. They have a melancholy undertone of which far exceeds her 49 years. It makes you wonder how old was she when she wrote such verse – and further, where did all the feelings stem from?
I very much liked this poem as it was subtle and thought provoking. Shakespeare's mistress is far from perfect, as we see in his description of her eyes, lips, breast, voice and breath. In essense, there is nothing outstanding physically about this person - except for the fact that he loves her. He realizes that she is imperfect, yet absolutely perfect at the same time. She treads on the ground, but is nonetheless an angel. It is truly a case where the 'whole is greater than the sum of the parts.'