Sara Teasdale

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

A Little While - Poem by Sara Teasdale

A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.

A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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