Sara Teasdale

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

While I May - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Wind and hail and veering rain,
Driven mist that veils the day,
Soul's distress and body's pain,
I would bear you while I may.

I would love you if I might,
For so soon my life will be
Buried in a lasting night,
Even pain denied to me.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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