Alone
Sara Teasdale
1884 to 1933
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
I am alone, in spite of love,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
I am alone, as though I stood
Above me, endless space unfurled;
In spite of all I take and give—
About me only swirling snow,
In spite of all your tenderness,
Who are not lonely, having died.
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,