Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale Poems

No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
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I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.
...

There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
...

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
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My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
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I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
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The princess has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.
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Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
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Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead?
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Oh I have sown my love so wide
That he will find it everywhere;
It will awake him in the night,
It will enfold him in the air.
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Two knights rode forth at early dawn
A-seeking maids to wed,
Said one, "My lady must be fair,
With gold hair on her head."
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Child, child, love while you can
The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man,
Never fear though it break your heart -
Out of the wound new joy will start;
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I lift my heart as spring lifts up
A yellow daisy to the rain;
My heart will be a lovely cup
Altho' it holds but pain.
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Oh, because you never tried
To bow my will or break my pride,
And nothing of the cave-man made
You want to keep me half afraid,
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The kings they came from out the south,
All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
And gifts of precious wine.
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16.

The roofs are shining from the rain.
The sparrows tritter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
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17.

I am afraid, oh I am so afraid!
The cold black fear is clutching me to-night
As long ago when they would take the light
And leave the little child who would have prayed,
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The city's all a-shining
Beneath a fickle sun,
A gay young wind's a-blowing,
The little shower is done.
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My heart is heavy with many a song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree,
But I can never give you one --
My songs do not belong to me.
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I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
...

Sara Teasdale Biography

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. Teasdale was always very frail, and caught diseases easily. For most of her life, she had a nurse companion that took care of her. Teasdale grew up in a sheltered atmosphere. She was the youngest child. Because of that, she was spoiled and waited on like a princess. She never had to do normal chores, like make her bed, or do the dishes. She was known to have described herself as "a flower in a toiling world". Because she was so sickly, she was homeschooled until she was nine. She never had communication with her peers. Teasdale grew up around adults. She was forced to amuse heself with stories and things that she made up in her own lonesome world. When Teasdale was ten, she had the first communication with her peers. Her parents sent her to Miss Ellen Dean Lockwood's school for boys and girls. When she was fourteen, she went to Mary Institute. She didn't graduate there, but switched to Hosmer Hall when she was fifteen. There, she began to put the thoughts and dreams that amused her as a girl onto paper. Thus, she wrote her first poem. Teasdale's first published poem was "Reedy's Mirror", and it was published in a local newspaper. Her first collection, "Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems", was published in 1907. In 1911, her second collection, "Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems" was published. She published many other collections including "Rivers to the Sea", "Love Songs", "Flame and Shadow", "Dark of the Moon", "Stars To-night", and finally, "Strange Victory". Teasdale married her sweetheart Ernst Filsinger in 1914. They had a happy marriage, but it was too good to last. They divorced in 1929, and she lived the rest of her life only for her poetry. Sara was always frail and sickly, but in 1933, Teasdale caught chronic pneumonia and it weakened her not only in body but also in mind and spirit. No longer able to see the beauty in simple things, Teasdale committed suicide at age 48 in New York, NY on January 29, 1933. Her final book of poetry was published that year. Teasdale's works continue to be admired by poets everywhere. Her works show us what a lovely person she was, and how much she appreciated the beautiful things about life. Her love for beautiful things appeared in her poetry. She was a very talented poet, and we are glad she shared her talent with us.)

The Best Poem Of 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.

Sara Teasdale Comments

Tide pods 21 March 2018

This lady sucks. I’m only doing this for a language arts assignment.

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student 03 May 2018

this woman sucks a lot

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your name 19 March 2018

poooooooooooooooooooooooop

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Steven M. Burke 15 March 2010

The love thats in my heart for you Sara my sweet is as i have falling in-love for the first time. Your words bring a love that has been lost inside of my soul due to heartbreak from so many. There are no more women like you in the world. Peace be with you and you are and always will be loved by the world.

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ayesha angel 17 February 2015

Nice

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Sylvia Frances Chan 31 January 2024

CONMGRATS being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day. TOP Marks!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 31 January 2024

Teasdale uses repetition throughout the poem. The phrase "it will not change" appears three times in the poem, each time with a different emphasis and meaning.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 31 January 2024

The language is simple and direct, with no elaborate metaphors or complex wordplay, which adds to the poem's emotional power. One of the most striking features of "It Will Not Change" is the way that

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=he 11 May 2022

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Amanda McCusker 29 April 2021

Oh, the internet! I have always loved the poem 'Faces, ' had it written out in a notebook from way back in the 70's. Funniest thing, it was attributed to SOCRATES, bot Sara Teasdale, in my notes. LOL I guess it is not as old as I thought.

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Sara Teasdale Quotes

“Stephen kissed me in the spring, 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 play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.”

“It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.”

“You will recognize your own path 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, 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 A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light.”

“I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.”

“When I am dead, and over me bright April Shakes out her rain drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken hearted, I shall not care. For I shall have peace. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. And I shall be more silent and cold hearted Than you are now”

“I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.”

“I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone”

“Faults They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before,-- Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.”

“No one worth possessing can quite be possessed”

“Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallows flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night”

“The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.”

“I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold”

“My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.”

“Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy ”

“look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far”

“For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold.”

“In my hearts most secret place, I pity them as angels do.”

“Never fear the thing you feel-- Only by love is life made real”

“I have no riches but my thoughts, Yet these are wealth enough for me”

“Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me”

“Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us, Snow-hushed and heartless.”

“Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.”

“I almost gave my life long ago for a thing That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes— It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.”

“ Oh, love that lives its life with laughter Or love that lives its life with tears Can die—but love that is never spoken Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . .”

“And when you spoke to me, I did not know That to my lifes high altar came its priest.”

“I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was no other creature That saw what I could see - I stood and watched the evening star As long as it watched me.”

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