Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

Barter - Poem by Sara Teasdale

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 the 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.


Comments about Barter by Sara Teasdale

  • Gold Star - 31,725 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/18/2014 8:44:00 AM)

    Great poetic expression on life and it so marvelous. (Report) Reply

    1 person liked.
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  • Rookie Stefan Weicberger (12/9/2009 10:35:00 PM)

    A delightfully skillful expression of sentiment in popular visions of nature and human sensitivities. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 14 Points Bonnie Collins (12/28/2007 11:31:00 PM)

    This is a fine piece to express, grab happiness while you can, for one hour's happiness is worth more than a lifetime of lonliness. Very touching, it is one of my favoirties of Sara Teasdale.

    Bonnie Collins (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 2 Points Shelley L Baxter-Stanley (4/18/2007 9:40:00 PM)

    Another Amazing, Amazing poem by a Brilliant poet! words to live by '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. '
    Loving this poem...so happy I read it today as I forgot about how great it really was!
    =Shelley= (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Shelley B. Keats (1/31/2005 10:50:00 PM)

    not up to Ms. Teasdale high standards. see: Thomas Love Beddoes, 'If there were dreams to sell...' and Emerson's 'Give all to love...' too deriative. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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