Longing — Summary

I AM not sorry for my soul That it must go unsatisfied, For it can live a thousand times, Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul, But oh, my body that must go Back to a little drift of dust Without the joy it longed to know.

Show the whole poemHide the poem

Learn Poems app

Try the Learn Poems app

Everything from the website trainer, and more: new exercises, voice recording and sharing, reminders, quick review.

In Sara Teasdale’s “Longing,” the speaker makes a quiet distinction between two kinds of loss. She says she is not sorry that her soul will go unsatisfied, because the soul can live many times and has the depth and width of eternity to find fulfillment. What troubles her is her body. The body gets only this one brief life, and it will return to a “little drift of dust” without ever having known the joy it desired. The poem’s mood is tender and elegiac. The repeated line about not grieving for the soul sounds almost calm, but the turn at “But oh” lets real grief surface. The speaker can accept spiritual postponement, but she cannot accept the body’s permanent loss. The longing in the title is physical as much as emotional, and the poem mourns the earthly experience that death will cut off.

Read also

More by Sara Teasdale

All poems
SadSara Teasdale

Wind Elegy

Only the wind knows he is gone, Only the wind grieves, The sun shines, the fields are sown, Sparrows mate in the eaves;
ContemplativeSara Teasdale

White Fog

Heaven-invading hills are drowned In wide moving waves of mist, Phlox before my door are wound In dripping wreaths of amethyst.
SadSara Teasdale

I Could Snatch a Day

I could snatch a day out of the late autumn And set it trembling like forgotten springs, There would be sharp blue skies with new leaves shining And flying shadows cast by flying wings.