Riches
July 6, 2023Pierrot’s Song
July 6, 2023Pity
They never saw my lover’s face,
They only know our love was brief,
Wearing awhile a windy grace
And passing like an autumn leaf.
They wonder why I do not weep,
They think it strange that I can sing,
They say, “Her love was scarcely deep
Since it has left so slight a sting.”
They never saw my love, nor knew
That in my heart’s most secret place
I pity them as angels do
Men who have never seen God’s face.
Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American poet who is known for her works that explore themes of love, beauty, and the natural world. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1918 and her works continue to be celebrated for their lyrical beauty.