Sarah Teasdale had to love the ocean and the beach. It was there that she incarnated her loneliness, her passion and her losses into the language of the heart. In that instant she is using artistic license. I thought we all do this. May she rest in peace…
It seems as though Sarah has been more or less forgotten and disregarded as a true poet over the years.
Her range might be limited but she spoke so genuinely and passionately about her experiences it’s hard to put her on the shelf of yesteryear.
All dead poets collect dust over time but I find her poems to be vibrant and fresh even in the 21st century.
She is probably my favorite poet on this site.