The Poetry Project: Sara Teasdale

This month's Poetry Project guideline says to post a Pulitzer winner's poem, a perfect excuse to revisit Sara Teasdale.


             I Shall Not Care

When I am dead and over me bright April

    Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,

Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,

    I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful

    When rain bends down the bough,

And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted

    Than you are now.