Sara Teasdale

Like Barley Bending

Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;
 
Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;
 
So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.
¿Disfrutate esta lectura? ¡invítanos a un café!.
Tu ayuda nos permite existir.
Otras obras de Sara Teasdale...



Arriba