Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

Previous Month May 2014 Next Month
Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa Su
29 30 31 1 2 3 4
5 6 7 8 9 10 11
12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25
26 27 28 29 30 31 1
Poem of the Day
Select a day from the calendar.
Would you like to see the poem of the day in your e-mail box every morning?
Your email address:
  Subscribe FREE
  Unsubscribe

"The Dreams of My Heart"


The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
........................
........................
read full text »


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Comments about this poem ("The Dreams of My Heart" by Sara Teasdale )

Enter the verification code :

  • Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (5/4/2014 8:27:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. I think perhaps the 2nd line of the second verse, should have read “Let me find death than stay” instead of “Let me find death and stay.” (Report) Reply

  • Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (5/4/2014 8:27:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. I think perhaps the 2nd line of the second verse, should have read “Let me find death than stay” instead of “Let me find death and stay.” (Report) Reply

  • Stephen W (5/4/2014 3:21:00 AM)

    Those who thank the writer of this poem should note that she died in 1933. (Report) Reply

  • Joeline Rayment (5/7/2013 12:46:00 AM)

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

  • Kevin Patrick (5/4/2012 7:40:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Manonton Dalan (5/4/2012 1:04:00 PM)

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

  • Carlos Echeverria (5/4/2012 10:25:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Ava Anderson (5/4/2012 8:45:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Vlad Alucard (5/4/2011 8:11:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Claudia Krizay (5/4/2011 5:56:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Pruchnicki (5/4/2011 3:13:00 PM)

    A truly delightful nugget of a poem! Never mind the nay-sayers & long-winded comments by the la-de-da critic who mostly uses outdated language to express himself! (Report) Reply

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. A word in your ear, Ponniah Ganeshan
  2. Crematorium, umaprosad das
  3. Stupid Illusion, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  4. Por Ti Soñaré, Prophmatt . . .
  5. The color of love, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  6. Nightmare, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  7. Love and Peace, Akhtar Jawad
  8. Waiting for someone, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  9. Net of Death, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  10. Man for Man, Zillur Rahman Shuvro

Poem of the Day

poet George Gordon Byron

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]