I Shall Not Care by Sara Teasdale

16. November 2004, 7:25 Uhrsara teasdalerinabeana

I think it’s time for a not-so-happy poem. (P.S. This is my 400th post in eight months. Kinda scary…)

I Shall Not Care
By Sara Teasdale

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.

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