Unless I learn to ask no help
From any other soul but mine,
To seek no strength in waving reeds
Nor shade beneath a straggling pine;
Unless I learn to look at Grief
Unshrinking from her tear-blind eyes,
And take from Pleasure fearlessly
Whatever gifts will make me wise
Unless I learn these things on earth,
Why was I ever given birth?
by SARA TEASDALE (1884-1933)
Public Domain Poetry






Yes, that’s all I’m saying
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Hear hear!
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Tony,
We have to learn here and life is a waste. Nobody wants that. I don’t. Gary
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Agreed.
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This is wonderful. I wonder why I have never come across her poetry. So strong and so wise.
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We’re fans of her, I have to say! So glad we could introduce you to her work, Dolly.
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Great share.
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Sara Teasdale never fails to delight!
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Life teaches but doesn’t tell you why. So true these words are it almost makes me cry.
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Even makes me sigh!
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