written by Sara TeasdaleI am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.
I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.
Sara Teasdale
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Sun 09.25.2011 at 05:37
I wear a crown invisible and clear,
And go my lifted royal way apart
Since you have crowned me softly in your heart
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Wed 09.14.2011 at 23:32
The roofs are shining from the rain.
The sparrows tritter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Tue 09.13.2011 at 19:24
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Sat 09.03.2011 at 22:14
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me?
That your love would never lessen and never go?
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Tue 08.30.2011 at 11:53
For W. P.
The little park was filled with peace,
The walks were carpeted with snow,
But every iron gate was locked.
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Wed 08.17.2011 at 01:59
There is no lord within my heart,
Left silent as an empty shrine
Where rose and myrtle intertwine,
Within a place apart.