• Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn.

    Sara Teasdale: Oh to be free of myself,  With nothing left to remember,  To have my heart as bare  As a tree in December;  Resting, as a tree rests  After its leaves are gone,  Waiting no more for a rain at night  Nor for the red at dawn.
    Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.135, Рипол Классик