April Cerise, In Memoriam
silence of statues
January 2013
when i am dead
and over me bright April
shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
though you should lean
above me broken-hearted,
i shall not care.

i shall have peace,
as leafy trees are peaceful
when rain bends down the bough;
and i shall be more
silent and cold-hearted
than you are now.

sara teasdale, i shall not care

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