Sara Teasdale

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

Comments about Sara Teasdale

  • Ms. I, English Teacher (7/5/2018 2:36:00 PM)

    One of my students used this source for a project. I had to mark her down drastically due to the inaccuracy and biased interpretation of Sara Teasdale's life. There is a multitude of examples in which this biography crosses the line from objective into subjective. Never have I read such a poorly-educated interpretation of Sara Teasdale's life. I'm incredibly disappointed. If only my student had checked her sources...

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  • student (5/3/2018 4:18:00 AM)

    this woman sucks a lot

  • emmas friend (5/3/2018 4:16:00 AM)

    my friend needs help pls help her with this poet :)

  • emma and a fifth character (5/3/2018 4:15:00 AM)

    like for the people that acctually like this poet, have you ever tried analysing and writing an assignment about one of her poems?
    it's hard.

  • kelsey (4/30/2018 9:11:00 PM)

    okay :) thanks for everything ig

  • Jeremy Johnson (4/9/2018 12:19:00 PM)

    She did not commit suicide. Coroner reports it was an accident after conducting an autopsy. Wikipedia also has its facts wrong. See the archived NY Times column in the link below.

    https: //www.nytimes.com/1933/01/31/archives/finds-sara-teasdale-died-accidentally-norris-sets-at-rest-suspicion.html

  • Tide pods (3/21/2018 9:47:00 AM)

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

  • your name (3/19/2018 11:58:00 AM)

    poooooooooooooooooooooooop

  • your name (3/19/2018 11:57:00 AM)

    these peoms suck. the only reason i'm reading them is for a class

  • Mckayla harris (1/15/2018 3:24:00 PM)

    I love here poets thy are amazing

Best Poem of Sara Teasdale

Barter

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like the curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

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 ...

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Fear

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,
Frozen and sleepless at the thought of death.
My heart that beats too fast will rest too soon;
I shall not know if it be night or noon, --
Yet shall I struggle in the dark for breath?
Will no one fight the Terror for my sake,

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