Sara Teasdale

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

Love-Free - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,
Swift and intent, asking no joy from another,
Glad to forget all of the passion of April
Ere it was love-free.

I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly,
But if he returned, if he should look at me deeply,
I should awake, I should awake and remember
I am my lover's.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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