Sara Teasdale

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


Poem by Sara Teasdale

I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.

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  • Andy Roberts (6/19/2009 12:04:00 PM)

    simply superb...the poem spks volumes of what most of us go through in life..(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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