Sara Teasdale

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

Alchemy - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I lift my heart as spring lifts up
A yellow daisy to the rain;
My heart will be a lovely cup
Altho' it holds but pain.

For I shall learn from flower and leaf
That color every drop they hold,
To change the lifeless wine of grief
To living gold.


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  • Sriranji Aratisankar (8/29/2016 11:53:00 PM)


    My heart will be a lovely cup
    Altho' it holds but pain.

    heart container....holding pain...
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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