08 August 2012

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.


Bridget said...

I like this poem. Thanks for posting it.

Anna said...

How lovely. I've always like Sara Teasdale.

rinebird said...

I read this before & still enjoy what is written.Thank you,rinebird