Sara Teasdale

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

A Prayer - Poem by Sara Teasdale

When I am dying, let me know
That I loved the blowing snow
Although it stung like whips;
That I loved all lovely things
And I tried to take their stings
With gay unembittered lips;
That I loved with all my strength,
To my soul's full depth and length,
Careless if my heart must break,
That I sang as children sing
Fitting tunes to everything,
Loving life for its own sake.

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  • Alem Hailu G/kristos (12/2/2015 9:54:00 AM)

    Yes love has such an absurd formula.A poem nicely penned. (Report)Reply

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  • (11/8/2009 1:15:00 PM)

    awww such a igniting sweet prayer full of love (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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