Faults
BY SARA TEASDALE
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, —
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.
She is a favorite of mine. I enjoy the gentlness in
her words. I like her defiance. I have included a link to read more about her life and other poems. Her poetry still feels current. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sara_Teasdale
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