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"No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed."
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Advice to a Girl. |
"I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me."
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. February Twilight (l. 7-8). . .
The Oxford Book of Children's Versen in America. Donald Hall, ed. (1985) Oxford University Press. |
"Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold."
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten (l. 1-2). . .
Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton Mifflin Company. |
"As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow."
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten (l. 7-8). . .
Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton Mifflin Company. |
"O beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love?"
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Spring Night (l. 23-24). . .
Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company. |
"The park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,"
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Spring Night (l. 1-2). . .
Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company. |
"Stephen's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day."
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. "The Look," st. 2. |
"Then, like an old-time orator
Impressively he rose;
I make the most of all that comes
And the least of all that goes."
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. The Philosopher, st. 4. |
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