Pity Poem by Sara Teasdale
Pity
They never saw my lover's face,
They only know our love was brief,
Wearing awhile a windy grace
And passing like an autumn leaf.
They wonder why I do not weep,
They think it strange that I can sing,
They say, "Her love was scarcely deep
Since it has left so slight a sting."
They never saw my love, nor knew
That in my heart's most secret place
I pity them as angels do
Men who have never seen God's face.
I read where Sara Teasdale was a noted poet in the '20's. However, I find very little in large anthologies of her work. Her poetry can be difficult to find, but I love the challenge to see her works. I am greatly impressed with her writing. I will continue to look for her work! I love Sara Cleghorn (?) but it is almost impossible to get copies of her work. I enjoy searching for wonderful writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:24:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
.....this is beautiful and deep ★