Poem by Sara Teasdale

Alone

I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.

1. In a Cuban Garden
2. Understanding
3. A Little While
4. White Fog
5. Arcturus

Bruce Kiskaddon Alone ("The hills git awful quiet, when you have to camp alone")

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