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Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

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  • Dawn Canright (5/11/2013 2:59:00 PM)

    Is there some reason why you have chosen the header for Sara's poetry page, as Sarah Teasdale? I noticed that below some of the poems, her name was also spelled with an h. To my knowledge, her name was always spelled Sara. :)

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  • Marissa Chesney (1/8/2013 7:59:00 PM)

    Wow! She's a wonderful poet!

  • Dawn Lambert (12/31/2012 2:35:00 PM)

    she's really good I wonder why I never heard of her

  • Robert Abok (10/22/2012 12:09:00 AM)

    She inspires a lot in me

  • Ingeborg Von Finsterwalde (8/2/2012 8:09:00 AM)

    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…

  • Assorted Thoughts (10/9/2011 9:43:00 PM)

    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.

  • Syed M Zubair (9/4/2009 4:18:00 AM)

    Simply beautiful. I intend to post it on my blog to share it.

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (5/6/2007 11:45:00 AM)

    SHE WAS A GREAT POET. THOUGHTS ARE SURCHAGED WITH POWERFUL EMOTION BUT EXPRESSED WITH ALL INGENUITY AND LUCIDITY, I DO APPRECIATE TOO MUCH

  • Mary-Elizabeth Conn (5/20/2006 12:44:00 PM)

    She's a great poet and I love all of her stuff; it's so emotional! :)

The Wanderer

I saw the sunset-colored sands,
The Nile like flowing fire between,
Where Rameses stares forth serene,
And Ammon's heavy temple stands.

I saw the rocks where long ago,
Above the sea that cries and breaks,
Swift Perseus with Medusa's snakes
Set free the maiden white like snow.

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