Sara Teasdale (8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)
Poems by Sara Teasdale : 16 / 147
A Prayer
Until I lose my soul and lie
Blind to the beauty of the earth,
Deaf though shouting wind goes by,
Dumb in a storm of mirth;
Until my heart is quenched at length
And I have left the land of men,
Oh, let me love with all my strength
Careless if I am loved again.
Sara Teasdale
Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Read poems about / on: strength, beauty, wind, heart, love, lost
Poems by Sara Teasdale : 16 / 147
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So..... she was gay?
One's heart may be clinched before departing the land of men forever denying oneself Love though one seems to care! HRL
So impressed by Sarahs poetry.If only I could write as she and touch the very heart of thee...the readers as she did.
=Shelley L Baxter=