Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | Spring Torrents | By Sara Teasdale |
| From Memories WILL it always be like this until I am dead? | |
Every spring must I bear it all again | |
With the first red haze of the budding maple boughs, | |
The first sweet-smelling rain? | |
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Oh, I am like a rock in the rising river | 5 |
Where the flooded water breaks with a low call, | |
Like a rock that knows the cry of the waters | |
And can not answer at all. | | | |
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