Sara Teasdale

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

Sleepless - Poem by Sara Teasdale

If I could have your arms tonight-
But half the world and the broken sea
Lie between you and me.

The autumn rain reverberates in the courtyard,
Beating all night against the barren stone,
The sound of useless rain in the desolate courtyard
Makes me more alone.

If you were here, if you were only here-
My blood cries out to you all night in vain
As sleepless as the rain.

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  • (2/10/2010 11:04:00 PM)

    When I discovered Sara's work several years ago, it really impressed me. So much so that I've dedicated an entire album using her work. This poem, Sleepless, is one of 10 tracks. The music is electronic pop in nature (it has been fun to mix old with new) and as I hope you'll see, her words work so well in music. Here's the link: http: // (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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