Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

Let It Be Forgotten - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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