Rivers to the Sea

With Sara Teasdale.

aerial photography of water beside forest during golden hour

Afterwards, amid the autumn dusk

I shall not care

Let it be forgotten by February twilight

these faults.

My heart is heavy with old love.

Love, this is not a word, but an epitaph.

What do I care, in the morning?

Says a voice around me now,

here in this spirit’s house.


Today is the birthday of American lyric poet Sara Teasdale (1884-1933). The lines above are composed with some of her poem titles. The title of this post references a collection she published in 1915.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

6 thoughts on “Rivers to the Sea”

  1. “..and children’s faces, looking up, holding wonder like a cup..” That was probably the clincher for me with Teasdale. A woman who was present to the world. Thank you!

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