Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Since There Is No Escape

Since there is no escape, since at the end
 My body will be utterly destroyed,
This hand I love as I have loved a friend,
 This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed;
Since there is no escape even for me
 Who love life with a love too sharp to bear:
The scent of orchards in the rain, the sea
 And hours alone too still and sure for prayer—
Since darkness waits for me, then all the more
Let me go down as waves sweep to the shore
 In pride; and let me sing with my last breath;
In these few hours of light I lift my head;
Life is my lover—I shall leave the dead
 If there is any way to baffle death.

1. In a Cuban Garden
2. Bells
3. Alone
4. Morning Song
5. Understanding

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