April is Poetry Month: Conrad Aiken

Conrad Aiken Bread and Music Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is … Continue reading

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 … Continue reading