Songs out of Sorrow
When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I have looked Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange—my youth.
This poem initially appeared in Teasdale’s 1917 Collection, Love Songs. She published a different poem entitled “Wisdom” in 1922.
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