Sara Teasdale

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

But Not To Me - Poem by Sara Teasdale

The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.

My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be,
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.


Comments about But Not To Me by Sara Teasdale

  • Susan Williams (12/24/2015 7:51:00 PM)


    Only Sara Teasdale can touch your soul with the simple dignity of her lines and capture your empathy with her yearning sadness (Report) Reply

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  • (2/25/2009 8:18:00 PM)


    Okay seriously...she is one of the best poets ever and i just found out about her yesterday in english class, i. love. sara teasdale. :) awesome stuff here, i don't get y so many people groan when they hear we are doing anything dealing with poetry, i mean have they ever taken the time to appreciate it? i doubt it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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