Sara Teasdale

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

Doubt - Poem by Sara Teasdale

My soul lives in my body's house,
And you have both the house and her—
But sometimes she is less your own
Than a wild, gay adventurer;
A restless and an eager wraith,
How can I tell what she will do—
Oh, I am sure of my body's faith,
But what if my soul broke faith with you?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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