Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | January 1, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Soul’s Birth

by Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933).


Soul’s Birth


When you were born, beloved, was your soul

New made by God to match your body’s flower,

And were they both at one same precious hour

Sent forth from heaven as a perfect whole?

Or had your soul since dim creation burned,                      5

A star in some still region of the sky,

That leaping earthward, left its place on high

And to your little new-born body yearned?

No words can tell in what celestial hour

God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,                  10

Nor in the disarray of all the stars

Is any place so sweet that such a flower

Might linger there until thro’ heaven’s bars,

It heard God’s voice that bade it down to earth.



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