April is Poetry Month: Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

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.


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