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Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

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"It Will Not Change"

It will not change now
After so many years;
Life has not broken it
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  • Joseph Poewhit (6/10/2009 2:48:00 AM)

    Like an epitaph of the future, with love remaining in her poetry. Leaving her heart to all who seek. (Report) Reply

  • R R (6/10/2008 11:16:00 PM)

    Simple but beautiful and touching. Yes, love lasts forever. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Pruchnicki (6/10/2008 3:46:00 PM)

    One never knows, dear Sara, how your work will be received by some reader 65 years after your death by suicide. Sara was praised in her day for the evocative intensity of her poetry. Compare Sara's brief poem to the lengthy and diffuse poem about unicorns and wormsnails in the sky.

    The brevity of Teasdale's poem demonstrates the poet's ability to evoke in a few well-chosen words the intense passion the poet feels about the love she has expressed (the 'it' of the title and the 'it' of lines 3,5 and 6) in her poetry. The sense of this short poem compares well to Shakespeare's sonnets where the same feeling is expressed about poetry at greater length. So long as this poem is read, she says, so long will my love live in these words. Teasdale gives the gift of literary immortality to her loved one.

    Honestly, sometimes one can only gasp with amazement at the lack of perception in some of the readers who have the audacity to tell a dead poet that she 'will go far as a story writer'! (Report) Reply

  • Liberty Anstead (6/10/2008 11:32:00 AM)

    i dont like it, sorry
    read the poem i wrote called 'The unicorn and I' get some inspiration
    It is brilliant wording, and rhyme but it doesnt really make sence
    brilliant effort though, - u will go far as a story writer. (Report) Reply

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