by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

On a March day
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
Here in the teeth of this triumphant wind
  That shakes the naked shadows on the ground,
Making a key-board of the earth to strike
  From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound,

Bear witness for me that I loved my life,
  All things that hurt me and all things that healed,
And that I swore it this day in March,
  Here at the edge of this new-broken field.

You only knew me, tell them I was glad
  For every hour since my hour of birth,
And that I ceased to fear, as once I feared,
  The last complete reunion with the earth.

Confirmed with Sara Teasdale, Dark of The Moon, New York, The Macmillan Company, 1926, page 90.


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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Par un jour de marche", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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