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Today’s guest poet — Sara Teasdale
I Shall Not Care
When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho’ you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.
I love too much; I am a river
Surging with spring that seeks the sea,
I am too generous a giver,
Love will not stoop to drink of me.
His feet will turn to desert places
Shadowless, reft of rain and dew,
Where stars stare down with sharpened faces
From heavens pitilessly blue.
And there at midnight sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In stagnant water keen as fire.
Photo Title: Shadow School
Anegada, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: “Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another’s heart, or its flame burns low.” — Henry Ward Beecher
That someone is concerned that I get home safely after working late on a drizzly night – I had forgotten what that felt like.
A delightful surprise phone call from my niece/roommate who is currently in Nepal
That the cat is learning to sleep behind my knees instead of on my head
Building a solid foundation – and the time it takes to do so.