Read more poems by Sara Teasdale: Sara Teasdale Poems at Poetry X.
Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly; Like barley bending And rising again, So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain; So would I softly, Day long, night long, Change my sorrow Into song. Submitted by Venus
Added: 17 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 7 Jun 2025 1:09 PM | Viewed: 4303 times
A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.
ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!
For more information...