Sara Teasdale

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

The Answer - Poem by Sara Teasdale

When I go back to earth
And all my joyous body
Puts off the red and white
That once had been so proud,
If men should pass above
With false and feeble pity,
My dust will find a voice
To answer them aloud:

"Be still, I am content,
Take back your poor compassion,
Joy was a flame in me
Too steady to destroy;
Lithe as a bending reed
Loving the storm that sways her--
I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy."

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  • Gold Star - 37,059 Points * Sunprincess * (11/11/2015 7:42:00 PM)

    ..........wonderful poem, and very nicely penned ★
    I found more joy in sorrow
    than you could find in joy (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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