Monday, February 15, 2010

suicide note

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 leafey trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough.
And I shall be more silent and cold hearted
Than you are now.
~~ Sara Teasdale, poet, d. 1933 (Suicide note to her lover who left her.)