Sara Teasdale

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

The Crystal Gazer - Poem by Sara Teasdale

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
Fusing them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.

I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
Watching the future come and the present go,
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In restless self-importance to and fro.


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  • (11/11/2015 7:55:00 PM)


    ........incredible theme, most imaginative ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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