Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

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  Like barley bending
   In low fields by the sea,
  Singing in hard wind
   Ceaselessly;

  Like barley bending
   And rising again,
  So would I, unbroken,
   Rise from pain;

  So would I softly,
   Day long, night long,
  Change my sorrow
   Into song.

1. On the Dunes
2. Spray
3. If Death Is Kind
4. Thoughts
5. Winter Dusk

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