Sara Teasdale Poetry Messages

Sara Teasdale Poetry Messages

Sara Teasdale

Pain

Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?

Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam -
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.

Sara Teasdale

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Pain

Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?

Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam -
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.

Poetry, Sadness, Pain, Depression

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