Like Barley Bending by Sara Teasdale

Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;

So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

Sara Teasdale was an American poet from the turn of the last century, who won acclaim for her collections of poetry that were both romantic and carried a lyrical feeling . She earned the Pulitzer Prize in 1917 for her collection entitled “Love Songs”. Sadly, her personal life was mired in sadness following the suicide of her true love, Vachel Lindsay. She chose to follow him and took a fatal dose of sleeping pills, two years later.