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

Fields beneath a quilt of snow
From which the rocks and stubble sleep,
And in the west a shy white star
That shivers as it wakes from deep.

The restless rumble of the train,
The drowsy people in the car,
Steel blue twilight in the world,
And in my heart a timid star.

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