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Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead?
Yet if my soul remembered
You would not heed it, dear,
For now you must not listen,
And then you could not hear.
Sara Teasdale
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Comments about this poem (After Death
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Sara Teasdale
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Bonnie Collins (1/1/2008 10:48:00 PM)
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Very well written, and expressed, with such deep emotions till death and beyond..
Bonnie Collins
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Julie Andrews (9/21/2007 4:27:00 AM)
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How very ironic. Very well written, I must add.
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Shelley B. Keats (1/31/2005 10:21:00 PM)
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A wry, pithy poem of exceptional merit- also very amusing.
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