Sara Teasdale

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

After Death - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead?

Yet if my soul remembered
You would not heed it, dear,
For now you must not listen,
And then you could not hear.


Comments about After Death by Sara Teasdale

  • Robert Murray Smith (6/11/2017 11:26:00 PM)


    One problem for a soul is that it was invented as a word. (Report) Reply

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  • Amar Agarwala (1/3/2017 4:39:00 AM)

    WHEN I AM DEAD
    My heart whispers to you
    Words that I cannot say,
    Wonder if my soul would
    Tell you some fateful day.

    Long after I am dead
    Buried and ground to dust,
    Heavens will this message
    Reach your heart if it must.

    Beautiful poem like this one, can only be replied with inspiration, by another poet.
    (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (11/21/2016 11:09:00 PM)


    Lovely philosophical thoughts and wishes that could not be expressed at the time of one's death. Loved reading the poem. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Sriranji Aratisankar (8/29/2016 11:47:00 PM)


    deep and thinkable... enjoyable.... (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (7/9/2016 10:19:00 AM)


    Profound poem, I am sure even after death your fame will grow.....10 (Report) Reply

  • (3/11/2016 8:14:00 PM)


    ..........an intriguing write ★ (Report) Reply

  • (1/1/2008 10:48:00 PM)


    Very well written, and expressed, with such deep emotions till death and beyond..
    Bonnie Collins
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  • (9/21/2007 4:27:00 AM)


    How very ironic. Very well written, I must add. (Report) Reply

  • (1/31/2005 10:21:00 PM)


    A wry, pithy poem of exceptional merit- also very amusing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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