Sara Teasdale

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

Peace - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies--
You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.


Comments about Peace by Sara Teasdale

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (4/9/2016 8:06:00 PM)

    Is it possible to fall in love with a poem? Is it possible to go out and find a man to love so you can feel like this poem? Is it possible there are lovelier lines than these? - - - - - - - ]
    I am the pool of gold
    When sunset burns and dies-
    You are my deepening skies,
    Give me your stars to hold. (Report) Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (4/9/2016 6:20:00 AM)

    .....extremely beautiful ★ (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (4/9/2016 6:03:00 AM)

    You are my deepening skies,
    Give me your stars to hold,
    Amazing imagery and conceptualization. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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