Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

I Shall Not Care


When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Assorted Thoughts (10/11/2011 11:13:00 PM)

    It is intriguing at how often Sarah mentions the month of April in her poems.
    This one cuts right down to the bone. (Report) Reply

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