Sara Teasdale

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

Swallow Flight - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I love my hour of wind and light,
I love men's faces and their eyes,
I love my spirit's veering flight
Like swallows under evening skies.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, June 1, 2015


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