for my spirit’s sake

Just continuing the refuge-theme, in the run-up to National Poetry Day, which takes place tomorrow ...

... so; here's an appropriately entitled verse, as written by the Pulitzer prize-winning, American poet Sara Teasdale:


Refuge

From my spirit’s gray defeat,
From my pulse’s flagging beat,
From my hopes that turned to sand
Sifting through my close-clenched hand,
From my own fault’s slavery,
If I can sing, I still am free.

For with my singing I can make
A refuge for my spirit’s sake,
A house of shining words, to be
My fragile immortality.

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Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

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