Wisdom
When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I have looked Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange–my youth.
Sara Teasdale
A Living Pencil 
Hmmmm…. tension.Is this Sara like Sylvia Path?
This is great, Carol!
I have been enjoying getting to know her poetry this April. I like this one a lot, especially that last line.Di
Teasdale is one of my all time favorites. Now I must go fetch my volume of her poems and revisit some of the ones I really love.