Sara Teasdale

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

Moods - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I am the still rain falling,
Too tired for singing mirth--
Oh, be the green fields calling,
Oh, be for me the earth!

I am the brown bird pining
To leave the nest and fly--
Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,
Oh, be for me the sky!


Comments about Moods by Sara Teasdale

  • (6/17/2018 6:45:00 AM)


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (7/9/2016 9:27:00 AM)


    Outstanding poem.....10 a crafty piece indeed, The mood is defined very well in poetic form (Report) Reply

  • Nilima Deb (7/9/2016 7:26:00 AM)


    nice write..enjoyed the mist... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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