Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

Alone - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.

Comments about Alone by Sara Teasdale

  • (5/2/2018 2:21:00 AM)

    this is how I feel living with PTSD and love ones...... (Report) Reply

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  • (3/6/2018 3:55:00 PM)

    You really help us speak out wat we feel that we cannot say out (Report) Reply

  • Narayan Lama Aviral Yatree (9/7/2017 4:42:00 AM)

    Very nice poem. Your poem really speaks of the bitter aspect of human love: there is loneliness in spite of love. Your rhyme scheme which follows the pattern abcb is especially noticeable. The rhymes make the poem artistic. Besides, the poem dives into the depth of the overflow of the emotions. (Report) Reply

  • Mohit Katyal (7/10/2017 12:26:00 AM)

    thats a good one.. short and sensible as well (Report) Reply

  • Obigod Chidi Cece (4/24/2017 10:43:00 AM)

    Wow good poem. I can relate to that. (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2017 3:11:00 PM)

    😖😖😖😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i can relate to that it was like u were talking to me because even know im 12 i have been through a lot. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (9/17/2015 9:49:00 AM)

    Absolutely stunning poetry, a worthy 10 (Report) Reply

  • Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (12/11/2014 3:24:00 AM)

    I did not realize I was reading a classical poet- with simplicity in language, powerful emotions, and flowing and coherent thoughts. Thanks, Poemhunter, for introducing us to this great poetess, Sara Teasdale. (Report) Reply

  • (5/5/2010 10:48:00 PM)

    When we try to pass judgement on a great American classical poet and try to
    give numerical ratings to a 1918 Pulitzer Prize winner, we only reveal our massive ignorance!
    (Report) Reply

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (12/29/2009 9:19:00 AM)

    The last lines convey the unfeeling and unaffected dead, 'having died' and so 'are not lonely' anymore. The contradiction of emotions here means the writer suffers dual personalities -unable to feel happiness when she should, and feeling unhappiness when she should not. Writng them out gives us a picture of ourselves as writers. (Report) Reply

  • (4/26/2009 4:36:00 PM)

    Can someone plz explain the last 4 lines? (Report) Reply

    (7/15/2015 2:53:00 AM)

    With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
    This may relate to the feelings of being lost that many people who are depressed feel. They often feel neither alive (with the earth) nor dead (with the heavens) , unsure of where they belong in this universe.
    And only my spirit's pride
    To keep me from the peace of those
    Who are not lonely, having died.
    Here she is alluding to the option of suicide for ending her loneliness. The dead no longer feel lonely, and though she longs to put an end to the loneliness, something in her is holding her back. From the way she describes it, as her spirit's pride, it seems like something inside of her doesn't want to go through with it. There are many depressed people who often say I want to die, but I don't want to be an embarrassment. This might be the pride she speaks of. She was a classical poet and many respected her, and she most likely didn't want to tarnish her name.

    Despite all of this, the author did end up committing suicide in 1933. I believe this poem explains the turmoil she felt throughout her life.

  • Is It Poetry James Mclain (4/22/2009 4:12:00 PM)

    All the good poets were depressed some manically when the popular Dias of now one dies you then will find more than a quill in their eye as well, you cannot be a great poet unless you smell the decomposing remains of the ones who came before you, milky eyes are not always blind to your cause...iip (Report) Reply

  • (2/25/2009 7:52:00 PM)

    wow i love this poem, because of her i realized that even in the past people get sad, call me crazy but in my mind i thought all the old poets never got depressed or anything, that was just something that comes with this world, but...they just express it in a more poetic manner that i love (Report) Reply

  • (10/25/2008 3:56:00 PM)

    this is an amazing poem. it's filled with emotion and hurt.
    another one of my favorites by her.
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  • (12/28/2007 11:11:00 PM)

    I feel inspite of her love for this individual, she is very very alone, as she knows that this relataionship, really only exists in her fantisy.

    Very very deep, and very touching
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  • (1/31/2005 10:29:00 PM)

    good use of meter and rhyme- obviously a bad day. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, August 1, 2011

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