Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

Sleepless


If I could have your arms tonight-
But half the world and the broken sea
Lie between you and me.

The autumn rain reverberates in the courtyard,
Beating all night against the barren stone,
The sound of useless rain in the desolate courtyard
Makes me more alone.

If you were here, if you were only here-
My blood cries out to you all night in vain
As sleepless as the rain.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Lylyanna Pilewski (6/9/2005 1:44:00 PM)

    Ohh,
    I liked that one my friends (three still) didn't like the blood part but I say skrew them I liked it.
    Lylyanna (Report) Reply

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