Poem of the Day

19. February 2010, 22:25 Uhrsara teasdalerinabeana

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Debt
By Sara Teasdale

What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirit wings
Nor gave my heart a song.

But oh, to him I loved,
Who loved me not at all,
I owe the little open gate
That led through heaven’s wall.

1 comment:

emerson, 20. February 2010, 2:41

Almost everything I’ve read from Sara Teasdale I have enjoyed…I think she may be a favorite.

I also have a request, if you don’t mind, Statues in the Park, I think it’s by Billy Collins, I’m favoring him lately. thanks :)

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My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends
It gives a lovely light.
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