Sara Teasdale

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

I Shall Not Care - Poem by Sara Teasdale

When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough;
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.


Comments about I Shall Not Care by Sara Teasdale

  • (10/8/2009 9:32:00 AM)


    Silence can be more painful than harsh words, with words you at least know where the pain came from, and there is hope of a resolution. Silence taken to the grave, now that is pain without hope. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/30/2008 1:35:00 AM)


    just hit me..wahhhhhhhh (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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