Sara Teasdale

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

Pain - Poem by Sara Teasdale

WAVES are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam—
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.


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  • * Sunprincess * (4/9/2016 1:51:00 PM)

    .........beautiful and poignant ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010



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