Love
Longing
From Rivers to the Sea
Love
I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.
I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.
Cite this poem
MLA
Teasdale, Sara. “Longing.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/32/.
Chicago
Teasdale, Sara. “Longing.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/32/.
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