Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

The Voice


ATOMS as old as stars,
Mutation on mutation,
Millions and millions of cells
Dividing yet still the same,
From air and changing earth,
From ancient Eastern rivers,
From turquoise tropic seas,
Unto myself I came.
My spirit like my flesh
Sprang from a thousand sources,
From cave-man, hunter and shepherd,
From Karnak, Cyprus, Rome;
The living thoughts in me
Spring from dead men and women,
Forgotten time out of mind
And many as bubbles of foam.
Here for a moment's space
Into the light out of darkness,
I come and they come with me
Finding words with my breath;
From the wisdom of many life-times
I hear them cry: 'Forever
Seek for Beauty, she only
Fights with man against Death!'

Submitted: Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Edited: Sunday, March 27, 2011

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