Sara Teasdale

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

Debt - Poem by Sara Teasdale

What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirit wings
Or gave my heart a song.

But oh, to him I loved
Who loved me not at all,
I owe the little open gate
That led thru heaven's wall.


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  • (5/27/2015 2:04:00 PM)


    it actually shows a truth that's very sorrowful in that we often care not for those who love us and have our eyes set on others. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/2/2008 1:00:00 AM)


    Very touching in how she is simply expressing how deeply she loved well knowing she was not loved in return, but alowed her to love him irregurardless. Very sad....

    Bonnie
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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