Since There Is No Escape

By Sara Teasdale 1884–1933 Sara Teasdale
Since there is no escape, since at the end
    My body will be utterly destroyed,
This hand I love as I have loved a friend,
    This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed;
Since there is no escape even for me
    Who love life with a love too sharp to bear:
The scent of orchards in the rain, the sea
    And hours alone too still and sure for prayer—
Since darkness waits for me, then all the more
Let me go down as waves sweep to the shore
    In pride, and let me sing with my last breath;
In these few hours of light I lift my head;
Life is my lover—I shall leave the dead
    If there is any way to baffle death.

Source: Twentieth-Century American Poetry (2004)

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Poet Sara Teasdale 1884–1933

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Subjects Living, Love, Landscapes & Pastorals, Seas, Rivers, & Streams, The Body, Nature, Time & Brevity, Relationships, Death, Heartache & Loss

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Sara Teasdale received public admiration for her well-crafted lyrical poetry which centered on a woman's changing perspectives on beauty, love, and death. Many of Teasdale's poems chart developments in her own life, from her experiences as a sheltered young woman in St. Louis, to those as a successful yet increasingly uneasy writer in New York City, to a depressed and disillusioned person who would commit suicide in 1933. . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Love, Landscapes & Pastorals, Seas, Rivers, & Streams, The Body, Nature, Time & Brevity, Relationships, Death, Heartache & Loss

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

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