My Heart Is Heavy Poem by Sara Teasdale
My Heart Is Heavy
My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree,
But I can never give you one --
My songs do not belong to me.
Yet in the evening, in the dusk
When moths go to and fro,
In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen,
Take it, no one will know.
Short and sweet. I don't care much for a lot of her work, but I like this one.
A very sweet poem that touches the heart. Loved it.
A poem that touches the core of the heart. Loved it.
CONTINUED: Top Marks for her lovely poem. I love to read oft Sara Teasdale's poems, true finesse and heart-touching in a subtle way
What I know about the poetess I love to read her heart touching poems. Her love for beautiful things appeared in her poetry. She was very talented, and I am glad she shared her talent with us.
'From 1911 to 1914 Teasdale was courted by several men, including the poet Vachel Lindsay, who was truly in love with her but did not feel that he could provide enough money or stability to keep her satisfied. '
Come on, Sara. You can do better than that, CAN'T you? your pal, bri : )
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My heart is heavy with many a song Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree, But I can never give you one - My songs do not belong to me.