Debtor

Sara Teasdale

So long as my spirit still

    Is glad of breath

And lifts its plumes of pride

    In the dark face of death;

While I am curious still

    Of love and fame,

Keeping my pride too high

    For the years to tame;

How can I quarrel with fate

    Since I can see

I am a debtor to life,

    Not life to me?


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Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) was an American poet. She was the first person to win the Poetry Society of America Prize, later renamed the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs.
Originally published:
October 1, 1918

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