- Poem by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), pictured opposite.
- Teasdale was always very frail, and caught diseases easily.
- For most of her life, she had a nurse companion that took care of her.
- Teasdale also grew up in a very sheltered atmosphere.
- This poem seems to allude to the problems Teasdale had with her health.
- In the final line of the poem, when referring about her body, she writes - "Without the joy it longed to know."
- In 1933, Teasdale caught a chronic pneumonia which weakened her body as well as her mind & spirit.
- Teasdale further lost her appreciation for the beauty in simple things, and committed suicide (barbiturate overdose) soon after (January 29, 1933), aged 48 years.
I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.
I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.
by Sara Teasdale
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