Sara Teasdale · 1917
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Sara Teasdale · 1917
Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.
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Background
Teasdale published it in 1917, in the collection that won the prize which became the Pulitzer. Nothing in it is about dying, which is why it gets read at funerals.
Meaning
Life sells you beautiful things and the price is everything you have got. She says pay it, and don't haggle.
Who's it for
A person who got a lot out of being alive: weather, music, food, their children's faces. Right where a family want the funeral to be about the living they did.
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