Sara Teasdale

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

Youth And The Pilgrim - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,
I pray you tell to me
Is there a land where Love is not,
By shore of any sea?

For I am weary of the god,
And I would flee from him
Tho' I must take a ship and go
Beyond the ocean's rim.

"I know a port where Love is not,
The ship is in your hand,
Then plunge your sword within your breast
And you will reach the land."


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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