Sara Teasdale

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

Buried Love - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I shall bury my weary Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.
I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow,
But oh, I shall weep at night
When none will know.


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  • (1/1/2008 11:37:00 PM)


    An excellent writting expressing no matter how we try to bury Love, it will submurge into our souls sooner or later, can one ever BURY LOVE? ? ? ?

    Bonnie
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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