Sara Teasdale

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

Pity - Poem by Sara Teasdale

They never saw my lover's face,
They only know our love was brief,
Wearing awhile a windy grace
And passing like an autumn leaf.

They wonder why I do not weep,
They think it strange that I can sing,
They say, "Her love was scarcely deep
Since it has left so slight a sting."

They never saw my love, nor knew
That in my heart's most secret place
I pity them as angels do
Men who have never seen God's face.


Comments about Pity by Sara Teasdale

  • (4/9/2016 6:28:00 AM)


    .....this is beautiful and deep ★ (Report) Reply

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  • (10/15/2007 8:14:00 PM)


    I read where Sara Teasdale was a noted poet in the '20's. However, I find very little in large anthologies of her work. Her poetry can be difficult to find, but I love the challenge to see her works. I am greatly impressed with her writing. I will continue to look for her work!
    I love Sara Cleghorn (?) but it is almost impossible to get copies of her work. I enjoy searching for wonderful writing!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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