Sara Teasdale Poems
- Advice To A Girl No one worth possessing Can be quite ...
- Alone I am alone, in spite of love, In spite of all I take ...
- There Will Come Soft Rain There will come soft rain and the ...
- Barter Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and ...
- After Love There is no magic any more, We meet as other ...
- I Am Not Yours I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, ...
- After Death Now while my lips are living Their words must ...
Sara Trevor Teasdale was born on August 8, 1884 in St. Louis Missouri. She was the youngest child of Mary Elizabeth Willard and John Warren Teasdale. At the time of Sara's birth, Mary was 40, and John was 45. Teasdale had three other siblings. She had two brothers; George, who was the oldest child at 20, and John Warren Jr., was was 14. Teasdale also had a sister, named Mary (she was fondly called "Maime"), and she was 17. Mary loved her sister Sara and took very good care of her. Sara was named after her grandmother. Teasdale's first word was "pretty". According to her mother, Sara's love of pretty things was what inspired her poetry.
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“Stephen kissed me in the spring,Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in pl...
''“It is strange how often a heart must be brokenSara Teasdale, The Collected Poems
Before the years can make it wise.” ''
''“You will recognize your own pathSara Teasdale
when you come upon it
because you will suddenly have all the energy
and imagination you will ever need.” ''
“I am not yours, not lost in you,Sara Teasdale, Love Songs
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still <...
''“I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.” ''Sara Teasdale
Advice To A Girl
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.