Sara Teasdale

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

On A March Day - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Here in the teeth of this triumphant wind
That shakes the naked shadows on the ground,
Making a key-board of the earth to strike
From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound,

Bear witness for me that I loved my life,
All things that hurt me and all things that healed,
And that I swore it this day in March,
Here at the edge of this new-broken field.

You only knew me, tell them I was glad
For every hour since my hour of birth,
And that I ceased to fear, as once I feared,
The last complete reunion with the earth.

Topic(s) of this poem: march


Comments about On A March Day by Sara Teasdale

  • Mizzy ........ (9/4/2016 6:45:00 AM)


    Great use of vocabulary and writing skill. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/4/2015 4:34:00 AM)


    Awesome write. Enjoyed the meaningful and thought provoking verse penned by the great poetess. Thanks for sharing the poem on PH. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2015



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