After Death

Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead?

Yet if my soul remembered
You would not heed it, dear,
For now you must not listen,
And then you could not hear.

by Sara Teasdale

Comments (9)

' How can they shut me underneath a stone? ' - The terror from the thoughts of death, the ANXIETY which the unknown & death brings, which usually has an offspring of depression. She doesn't want to die as much as she does. It's ironic: her love for life causes her a deep insecurity over the reality that she will die, causing a depression over death which ultimately led her to kill herself. Baffling and yet, so relative. I relate so much to this.
My heart whispers to you Words that I cannot say, Wonder if my soul would Tell you some fateful day. Long after I am dead Buried and ground to dust, Heavens will this message Reach your heart if it must. Beautiful poem like this one, can only be replied with inspiration, by another poet.
Lovely philosophical thoughts and wishes that could not be expressed at the time of one's death. Loved reading the poem. Thanks.
deep and thinkable... enjoyable....
Profound poem, I am sure even after death your fame will grow.....10
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