Sara Teasdale - Spring Torrents

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WILL it always be like this until I am dead, Every spring must I bear it all again With the first red haze of the budding maple boughs, And the first sweet-smelling rain? Oh I am like a rock in the rising river Where the flooded water breaks with a low call— Like a rock that knows the cry of the waters And cannot answer at all. Sara Teasdale poemhunter.com/poem/spring-torrents-2/