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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GAME, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE |
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