all is learned

Given today's date, thought I should blip from the pictured 2011 American Anthology - it's some 600-pages worth of wonderful poetry, given to me for my 50th Birthday (a few years ago now!) ...

... think I've blipped this poem before - but here's one of my favourite verses from within, written by Sara Teasdale, which I really like:


Moonlight

It will not hurt me when I am old,
     A running tide where moonlight burned
          Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
          It is the happy heart that breaks.

The heart asks more than life can give,
     When that is learned, then all is learned;
          The waves break fold on jewelled fold,
But beauty itself is fugitive,
          It will not hurt me when I am old.

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Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933)

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