Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE GAME, by SARA TEASDALE


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First Line: My heart is crying without sound
Last Line: As blood wells up in an open wound.
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.


My heart is crying without sound
As blood wells up in an open wound;
"Life is a game," I said, "that I
Will play with laughter and head held high.
I will keep the ancient rules that none
Can laugh at me when the game is done;
I will play for love and a little fame --"
I played and I have won the game.
I have the things that I desired,
I am alone and very tired;
My heart is crying without sound
As blood wells up in an open wound.





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