Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

A Prayer


Until I lose my soul and lie
Blind to the beauty of the earth,
Deaf though shouting wind goes by,
Dumb in a storm of mirth;

Until my heart is quenched at length
And I have left the land of men,
Oh, let me love with all my strength
Careless if I am loved again.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Katelin Taylor (6/10/2014 1:41:00 PM)

    This one echoes my own heart's cry... it's getting harder to love after being hurt but I must. (Report) Reply

  • Holt Louque (3/16/2008 9:29:00 AM)

    One's heart may be clinched before departing the land of men forever denying oneself Love though one seems to care! HRL (Report) Reply

  • Shelley L Baxter-Stanley (4/11/2007 12:03:00 AM)

    So impressed by Sarahs poetry.If only I could write as she and touch the very heart of thee...the readers as she did.
    =Shelley L Baxter= (Report) Reply

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