13 Jan 2021

May wind - a poem by Sarah Teasdale

 “I said, "I have shut my heart

   As one shuts an open door,

  That Love may starve therein

   And trouble me no more."


  But over the roofs there came

   The wet new wind of May,

  And a tune blew up from the curb

   Where the street-pianos play.


  My room was white with the sun

   And Love cried out in me,

  "I am strong, I will break your heart

   Unless you set me free.”



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