Sara Teasdale

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

I Have Loved Hours At Sea - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;

First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.

I have loved much and been loved deeply --
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.

Comments about I Have Loved Hours At Sea by Sara Teasdale

  • Captain Herbert PoetryCaptain Herbert Poetry (5/29/2015 1:50:00 AM)

    A wide imaginations of perspective. Great piece (Report)Reply

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  • Jeong Ho Kim (8/12/2009 3:26:00 AM)

    I used to reside at the sea side town over a decade. I recall it was time I felt most joy but also most sorrow.
    But the sea was always there, same as ever, always seeming to say, 'it's alright.
    just let it be..I'm here with you..'
    I used to find great consolation and comfort at that seashore.
    The sand and soil felt like something from which I was created. I felt home at that shore..

    Though English is only my second language, thru the poet sometimes the language seems to be my own..that's the reason i like Teasdale.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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