This is such a poignant and soul-reaching write, Helga. The plight of a lot of endangered species goes unheeded a lot in this world where media is immense, wars make headlines not the animals who die un willingly from greed. Rant away, you are right, and you do it so well. April is the occasion for various moods: April happens to please me because I profit from Tax Season, and because the beach slows down a bit, so we have some respite from tourism, including the high price of breakfast. I am grateful for the sensitivity finely expressed in your touching poem. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now. ![]() Please share your thoughts with others and the poet. WHEN I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. *National Geographic: Ivory Wars-March 2007 God's creatures over mothers' poacher-pig! The kinds of killings bring my savage out! Wounded world, with so much to care about,Īnd we the beasts with the footprints too big. If only tears could drain the sorrows dry.Ĭomes April, cruelest month, we surely know,įor all She sows, our species could bestow Time to weep we thrive on death and ask why. I shall have peace as leafy trees are peaceful, When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted. ![]() When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted. Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful. Just as these drops blur the panes melt the snow Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. Just as I know this gray helps green to grow (Suicide note to her lover who left her.) Tho you should lean above me broken hearted,Īnd I shall be more silent and cold hearted By Helga Ross → ( All Poetry by Helga Ross) Sara Teasdale Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care.
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