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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Pain

WAVES are the sea’s white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam—
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.

#Americans #PulitzerPrize #Suicide #Women #XXCentury

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