(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

poet Sara Teasdale
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A Cry

Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
Only a voice.

Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,
And lips whereon his lips can lie,
But I must be till I am dead
Only a cry.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Bob Gibson (5/4/2008 10:30:00 PM)

    If only i could tell you! no matter i feel you know! God bless you

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  • Shelley L Baxter-Stanley (4/22/2007 2:36:00 AM)

    Another great poem for me to ponder...excellent imagery.
    Always a fan of yours.
    ==Shelley==

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  • K.H. S (11/21/2004 7:45:00 PM)

    To taste a lover's being... if by smell or memory...

    Sarah has looked through the smokey glass of life that could be...

    I am a new found fan.

    Thank you Sarah.

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