Raised on a diet of broken biscuits
By day: academic library monkey. By night: person who makes things and reads when she should be studying.
I use this place as a trivial kind of commonplace book, to collect things which interest/edify/amuse or attract me, along with some journalish musings.
I use this place as a trivial kind of commonplace book, to collect things which interest/edify/amuse or attract me, along with some journalish musings.
Posts tagged "sara teasdale"
When I am dead, and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain drenched hair,
Tho 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.-written by Chicago lyrical poet Sara Teasdale.
This poem, though originally published in her 1915 collection Rivers to the Sea, is commonly referenced as her suicide note. In fact, Teasdale did commit suicide, but not until 1933.
