Wild Asters Poem by Sara Teasdale

Wild Asters

Rating: 3.2


In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.

Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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