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 (8)

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
..........an intriguing write ★
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