Sara Teasdale

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

Sara Teasdale Poems

281. Christmas Carol 1/3/2003
282. A Song Of The Princess 1/3/2003
283. A Ballad Of The Two Knights 1/3/2003
284. Oh Day Of Fire And Sun 1/1/2004
285. Silence 1/3/2003
286. The Crystal Gazer 1/3/2003
287. After Parting 1/3/2003
288. The Look 1/3/2003
289. A Prayer 1/3/2003
290. If Death Is Kind 1/13/2003
291. The Kiss 1/3/2003
292. I Shall Not Care 1/3/2003
293. I Love You 1/3/2003
294. Houses Of Dreams 1/13/2003
295. A Winter Night 1/3/2003
296. February Twilight 1/3/2003
297. I Thought Of You 1/13/2003
298. Snow Song 1/3/2003
299. Let It Be Forgotten 1/3/2003
300. Wild Asters 1/3/2003
301. By The Sea 1/3/2003
302. Deep In The Night 1/3/2003
303. The River 1/3/2003
304. Child, Child 1/3/2003
305. Sleepless 1/13/2003
306. After Death 1/3/2003
307. Paris In Spring 1/3/2003
308. After Love 1/13/2003
309. I Am Not Yours 1/3/2003
310. April 1/3/2003
311. Alone 1/13/2003
312. Fear 1/3/2003
313. There Will Come Soft Rain 1/3/2003
314. Spring Rain 1/3/2003
315. Advice To A Girl 1/3/2003
316. Barter 1/3/2003

Comments about Sara Teasdale

  • ayesha angel (2/17/2015 8:47:00 AM)


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  • Jane Goodman (8/3/2010 9:47:00 PM)

    Does anyone have information about 'The Potter's Wheel', a paper created by several of Teasdale's contemporaries? I remember its existence at Missouri Historic Society but have read no mention of it in any Teasdale biography material. since that time (early 1960's) Each edition was handmade and passed to participating artists who added their contributions. Would like to know how long it was in existence and who participated in the composition.

  • M Dixon (4/10/2010 11:36:00 PM)

    I'm a composer and songwriter that discovered the words of Sara Teasdale last year (2009) and chose to record a new album based on ten of her poems. The music is 21st century popular music, but it is written with respect to Sara's genius of prose. You can get a sneak preview of five tracks from this new album (due later in 2010) on my artist page in MySpace (http: // . Post comments there if you like. I hope this project meets with approval of the poetry community.

  • Steven M. Burke (3/15/2010 12:41:00 PM)

    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.

  • Babyjoram Benson (5/18/2009 5:49:00 AM)

    My name is Miss favor am 24yr old. I saw your profile today at
    and it really acttract me alot i believe that you are the man i
    have been looking for to share my love; How is your health? i hope all is well
    with you. I believe that we can move from here; but remember that distance; age
    and colour dose not matter what matters is the true love and understanding; in
    my next
    e-mail i shall include my pictuer; i been waithing for your reply mail
    me with this mail address for further introduction.
    Bye hopeing to hear from you soonest


  • Rohan R (7/29/2008 10:09:00 AM)

    An authentic poet that explains realities so nicely with a compressive outlook

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:49:00 AM)

    Dear sara, your poems touch my heart again and again.

Best Poem of Sara Teasdale


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 ...

Read the full of Barter


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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