But Not To Me Poem by Sara Teasdale
But Not To Me
The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.
My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be,
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.
Okay seriously...she is one of the best poets ever and i just found out about her yesterday in english class, i. love. sara teasdale. :) awesome stuff here, i don't get y so many people groan when they hear we are doing anything dealing with poetry, i mean have they ever taken the time to appreciate it? i doubt it
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 11:38:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Only Sara Teasdale can touch your soul with the simple dignity of her lines and capture your empathy with her yearning sadness