Sunday, March 19, 2006

 

Sara Teasdale just owned you

I Shall Not Care


When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though 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.

Sarah Teasdale

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