Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Buried Love






    I HAVE come to bury Love [I shall bury my weary Love]
    Beneath a tree,
    In the forest tall and black
    Where none can see.

    I shall put no flowers at his head,
    Nor stone at his feet,
    For the mouth I loved so much
    Was bittersweet.

    I shall go no more to his grave,
    For the woods are cold.
    I shall gather as much of joy
    As my hands can hold.

    I shall stay all day in the sun
    Where the wide winds blow, --
    But oh, I shall cry at night [But oh, I shall weep at night]
    When none will know.

    Sara Teasdale

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