Sara Teasdale

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

Sara Teasdale Poems

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

Comments about Sara Teasdale

  • Rohan R (7/29/2008 10:09:00 AM)

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

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  • 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

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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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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