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Poem by Sara Teasdale


Doctors


EVERY night I lie awake
    And every day I lie abed 
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
    Confering at my head.

They speak in scientific tones,
    Professional and low-- 
One argues for a speedy cure,
    The other, sure and slow.

To one so humble as myself
    It should be matter for some pride 
To have such noted fellows here,
    Conferring at my side.



Sara Teasdale


Sara Teasdale's other poems:
  1. April Song
  2. The Giver
  3. Jewels
  4. Because
  5. Songs out of Sorrow


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Rudyard Kipling Doctors ("Man dies too soon, beside his works half-planned")

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