Sara Teasdale

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

Sara Teasdale Poems

81. Lost Things 4/6/2010
82. In A Cuban Garden 4/6/2010
83. Roses And Rue 4/6/2010
84. Pain 4/6/2010
85. Vignettes Overseas 4/6/2010
86. Spray 4/6/2010
87. Compensation 4/6/2010
88. Bells 4/6/2010
89. The Net 4/6/2010
90. Day And Night 4/6/2010
91. Wishes 4/6/2010
92. September Midnight 4/6/2010
93. Winter Dusk 4/6/2010
94. The Garden 4/6/2010
95. Morning Song 4/6/2010
96. June Night 4/6/2010
97. Faces 4/6/2010
98. At Sea 4/6/2010
99. Thoughts 1/3/2003
100. Chance 4/6/2010
101. Tonight 1/3/2003
102. On The Dunes 4/6/2010
103. The Coin 4/6/2010
104. Since There Is No Escape 4/6/2010
105. Marianna Alcoforando 1/3/2003
106. The India Wharf 1/3/2003
107. August Moonrise 4/6/2010
108. The Mother Of A Poet 1/3/2003
109. New Year's Dawn - Broadway 1/3/2003
110. The House Of Dreams 4/6/2010
111. Vox Corporis 1/3/2003
112. A Song To Eleonora Duse In 4/6/2010
113. Primavera Mia 1/3/2003
114. The Gift 4/6/2010
115. Galahad In The Castle Of The Maidens 1/3/2003
116. From The Woolworth Tower 1/3/2003
117. Arcturus 4/6/2010
118. Roundel 1/3/2003
119. Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio 1/3/2003
120. Night Song Of Amalfi 1/3/2003

Comments about Sara Teasdale

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

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

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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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