Sara Teasdale

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

I Remembered - Poem by Sara Teasdale

There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
And give it back to me more beutiful.
In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I remembered you;
The heart belong to him who knew it best.


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  • Rookie - 37 Points ilil ilwe (5/30/2015 8:07:00 AM)

    Very creative and reminds me of someone I've known. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 6,036 Points Herbert Guitang (5/29/2015 1:58:00 AM)

    A beautiful entertaining piece. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Regina Rose (11/18/2006 12:57:00 PM)

    heart tickling poem :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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