Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

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

Wisdom


When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I have looked Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange--my youth.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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