Sara Teasdale

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

It Is Not A Word - Poem by Sara Teasdale

It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,

But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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