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... Continue Reading →

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