Sara Teasdale

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

Sara Teasdale Poems

121. Night Song Of Amalfi 1/3/2003
122. Dead Love 4/6/2010
123. The House Of Dreams 4/6/2010
124. Dream Song 4/6/2010
125. Riches 1/1/2004
126. The Carpenter's Son 1/3/2003
127. The Inn Of Earth 1/3/2003
128. A Boy 4/6/2010
129. Youth And The Pilgrim 1/3/2003
130. Pierrot's Song 1/3/2003
131. The Metropolitan Tower 1/3/2003
132. Swallow Flight 1/3/2003
133. From The North 1/3/2003
134. The Poor House 1/3/2003
135. Song At Capri 1/1/2004
136. May Day 1/3/2003
137. For The Anniversary Of John Keats' Death 1/3/2003
138. Change 4/6/2010
139. Madeira From The Sea 1/3/2003
140. Gramercy Park 1/3/2003
141. Soul's Birth 1/3/2003
142. I Know The Stars 4/6/2010
143. The Giver 1/1/2004
144. The Cloud 1/3/2003
145. Testament 1/3/2003
146. On The Death Of Swinburne 1/3/2003
147. The Lighted Window 1/3/2003
148. Rispetto 1/3/2003
149. The Rose 1/3/2003
150. May Wind 1/1/2004
151. Dusk In War Time 1/3/2003
152. In Memoriam F.O.S. 1/3/2003
153. Over The Roofs 1/3/2003
154. Guenevere 1/3/2003
155. Oh You Are Coming 1/1/2004
156. Swans 1/3/2003
157. Pierrot 1/3/2003
158. Erinna 1/3/2003
159. November 1/3/2003
160. February 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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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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