By Sara Teasdale 1884–1933 Sara Teasdale
What do I owe to you            
   Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirit wings   
   Nor gave my heart a song.   

But oh, to him I loved,            
   Who loved me not at all,
I owe the little open gate   
   That led through heaven’s wall.

Originally published in Poetry, March 1914.

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This poem originally appeared in the March 1914 issue of Poetry magazine

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March 1914
 Sara  Teasdale


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 Time & Brevity, Relationships, Living, Love, Infatuation & Crushes, Unrequited Love, Realistic & Complicated


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