polyarchivist May 3, 2006
Night Walk in Krakow
Night Walk in Krakow (Photo credit: Milieux Photo)


How remiss of me not to have posted any Sara Teasdale or Vachel Lindsay yet! Let today be a salute to suicidal Midwesterners.


But Not To Me


The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.


My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be;
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.


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