Sara Teasdale (8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

Yes. Brilliant, poignant, strong and full of simple feeling. I really like this.
Thankyou Sarah.

Simple & revealing! Thanks Sarah

An interesting little poem - finely written, and a pleasure to read.

It might be about dementia and the ability to forget the order of the pass, if we loose the single happy moments of our childhood and innocent’s death seems preferable then a life without the innocent convictions. Beautiful work

i wonder what has driven this great poet to not forget her chikdhood.
maybe life after childhood is not so pleasing. just a thought

I would agree with Mr. Craddock's interpretation If Teasdale had written AS A CHILD, instead of FROM A CHILD''...I guess I'm applying the critical rigour demanded by Mr. Straw...therefore, to me, Teasdale's DEEP SOLACE OF SONG is the memory of pure, innoncent love.

so much talk of love today but a good poem but I've heard it at least 9 times today and I've only been in school for 55 minutes so much love my bf my bff but mostly my boyfriend so ya

Is that trite like in beef trite? I think beef trite is delicious, and the poem is good too. I guess if you don't think this should be poem of the day you can start your own website.

The management. Not.

I agree with Kevin Straw- this poem makes no sense- trite as ever- Why anyone would pick this poem to be poem of the day is beyond me.

A whole three days, must be some kinda record.