Sara Teasdale

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

Sara Teasdale Poems

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

Comments about Sara Teasdale

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  • 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

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.

Read the full of Advice To A Girl


This is the quiet hour; the theaters
Have gathered in their crowds, and steadily
The million lights blaze on for few to see,
Robbing the sky of stars that should be hers.
A woman waits with bag and shabby furs,
A somber man drifts by, and only we
Pass up the street unwearied, warm and free,
For over us the olden magic stirs.

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