Sara Teasdale

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

Sara Teasdale Poems

281. A November Night 1/13/2003
282. Buried Love 1/3/2003
283. I Shall Not Care 1/3/2003
284. If Death Is Kind 1/13/2003
285. Message 1/1/2004
286. A Cry 1/13/2003
287. Did You Never Know? 1/13/2003
288. Peace 1/3/2003
289. But Not To Me 1/3/2003
290. A Little While 1/3/2003
291. By The Sea 1/3/2003
292. Houses Of Dreams 1/13/2003
293. My Heart Is Heavy 1/1/2004
294. Fear 1/3/2003
295. Alchemy 1/3/2003
296. A Fantasy 1/3/2003
297. Christmas Carol 1/3/2003
298. The Kiss 1/3/2003
299. A Maiden 1/3/2003
300. A Ballad Of The Two Knights 1/3/2003
301. A Winter Bluejay 1/3/2003
302. April 1/3/2003
303. Paris In Spring 1/3/2003
304. A Prayer 1/3/2003
305. A Song Of The Princess 1/3/2003
306. Child, Child 1/3/2003
307. Because 1/13/2003
308. After Parting 1/3/2003
309. A Winter Night 1/3/2003
310. Barter 1/3/2003
311. After Death 1/3/2003
312. After Love 1/13/2003
313. I Am Not Yours 1/3/2003
314. There Will Come Soft Rain 1/3/2003
315. Alone 1/13/2003
316. Advice To A Girl 1/3/2003
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.

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Spring In War Time

I feel the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf--
Oh how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
Deep grief?

The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the daylight linger on

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