Love-Free

Sara Teasdale

I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,
Swift and intent, asking no joy from another,
Glad to forget all of the passion of April
Ere it was love-free.
I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly,
But if he returned, if he should look at me deeply,
I should awake, I should awake and remember
I am my lover’s.

Total votes: 44

What do you think this poem is about?

 
 

Follow Us

 

Poems 007 newsletter

Stay informed !