I Shall Not Care
When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though 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.
— Sara Teasdale
Mamacita says: I could lecture you about rhyme scheme, or hyphenated adjectives, or metaphors, or similes, or descriptive/figurative language, or death, or the difference between “shall” and “will,” or personification, or comparisons, sure, I could do that.
But what I would rather do is just ask you to read those few lines and picture it in your mind, and think about heartbreak and revenge.