Sara Teasdale

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

Immortal - Poem by Sara Teasdale

So soon my body will have gone
Beyond the sound and sight of men,
And tho' it wakes and suffers now,
Its sleep will be unbroken then;
But oh, my frail immortal soul
That will not sleep forevermore,
A leaf borne onward by the blast,
A wave that never finds the shore.


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  • (6/19/2009 11:39:00 AM)


    very touching......her poems are brilliant (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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