1.01.2012

Poem of the Week CXXVIII

Faults
Sara Teasdale


They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,-
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.

2 comments:

Ross said...

Is this in the Good Poems book you shared with me? I seem to have read it before but I don't have the book presently on hand. It's a really good poem. Happy New Year!

CeeCee said...

I don't think this one is, Ross. I could be wrong, but I think it's another poem by Sara Teasdale called Those Who Love, but they are both good poems.