the archivist November 14, 2021

I Shall Not Care
Sara Teasdale

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.

For 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.

 

* Often assumed to be her suicide note from 1933, this poem was actually published in her 1915 collection Rivers to the Sea.

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