by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Refuge
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
From my spirit's gray defeat,
From my pulse's flagging beat,
From my hopes that turned to sand
Sifting through my close-clenched hand,
From my own fault's slavery,
If I can sing, I still am free.

For with my singing I can make
A refuge for my spirit's sake,
A house of shining words, to be
My fragile immortality.

Confirmed with Sara Teasdale, Love Songs, New York, The Macmillan Company, 1917, page 53.


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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Refuge", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website: 2011-02-13 00:00:00
Last modified: 2015-10-13 18:44:05
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