Sara Teasdale

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

The River - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.

I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
"Be kind and take me back!"

But the thirsty tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.


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  • (5/27/2015 2:20:00 PM)


    ... and thus was spoiled innocence of a soul! ! by the cruelty of this world and the hardships of life and the inhumane behavior of people all around... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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