After Death

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

by Sara Teasdale Click to read full poem

Comments about After Death

Nicole Settimi 13 Feb 2019 02:14
' 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.
Amar Agarwala 03 Jan 2017 04:39
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.
Rajnish Manga 21 Nov 2016 11:09
Lovely philosophical thoughts and wishes that could not be expressed at the time of one's death. Loved reading the poem. Thanks.
Sriranji Aratisankar 29 Aug 2016 11:47
deep and thinkable... enjoyable....
M Asim Nehal 09 Jul 2016 10:19
Profound poem, I am sure even after death your fame will grow.....10
* Sunprincess * 11 Mar 2016 08:14 intriguing write ★
Bonnie Collins 01 Jan 2008 10:48
Very well written, and expressed, with such deep emotions till death and beyond.. Bonnie Collins
Julie Andrews 21 Sep 2007 04:27
How very ironic. Very well written, I must add.
Shelley B. Keats 31 Jan 2005 10:21
A wry, pithy poem of exceptional merit- also very amusing.