Sara Teasdale

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

Change - Poem by Sara Teasdale

REMEMBER me as I was then;
Turn from me now, but always see
The laughing shadowy girl who stood
At midnight by the flowering tree,
With eyes that love had made as bright
As the trembling stars of the summer night.
Turn from me now, but always hear
The muted laughter in the dew
Of that one year of youth we had,
The only youth we ever knew—
Turn from me now, or you will see
What other years have done to me.

Comments about Change by Sara Teasdale

  • Susan Williams (12/24/2015 7:37:00 PM)

    I totally feel what she is talking about- most women will. This is ultimate Sara Teasdale in importance, in emotional impact, and in grace (Report) Reply

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  • (2/13/2011 12:03:00 AM)

    This an amazing poem, she is my favorite poet of all time. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010

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