Like Barley Bending Poem by Sara Teasdale

Like Barley Bending

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Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;

So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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