"When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I can look Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange -- my youth."
- Sara Teasdale,
poet
From her poem, "Wisdom"
Tomorrow marks the anniversary of the poet's death (1933)...