Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Spring Torrents

  Will it always be like this until I am dead,
   Every spring must I bear it all again
  With the first red haze of the budding maple boughs,
   And the first sweet-smelling rain?

  Oh I am like a rock in the rising river
   Where the flooded water breaks with a low call—
  Like a rock that knows the cry of the waters
   And cannot answer at all.

1. The Net
2. In a Garden
3. The Return
4. The Nights Remember
5. Let It Be Forgotten

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