Sara Teasdale

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

Sara Teasdale Poems

161. Morning 1/3/2003
162. The Blind 1/3/2003
163. Sappho 1/3/2003
164. When Love Was Born 1/3/2003
165. The Return 1/3/2003
166. While I May 1/3/2003
167. May Night 1/3/2003
168. Old Tunes 1/3/2003
169. The Fountain 1/3/2003
170. The Faery Forest 1/3/2003
171. The Lights Of New York 1/3/2003
172. Other Men 1/1/2004
173. The Lamp 1/1/2004
174. Doctors 1/3/2003
175. The Rose 1/3/2003
176. In The Train 1/3/2003
177. The Long Hill 1/3/2003
178. Broadway 1/3/2003
179. Night In Arizona 1/3/2003
180. The Prayer 1/3/2003
181. In The Metropolitan Museum 1/3/2003
182. Sea Longing 1/3/2003
183. Desert Pools 1/3/2003
184. The Ghost 1/13/2003
185. It Is Not A Word" 1/1/2004
186. Oh You Are Coming 1/1/2004
187. May 1/3/2003
188. Dusk In June 1/3/2003
189. Love-Free 1/3/2003
190. Song 1/3/2003
191. Jewls 1/1/2004
192. Embers 1/1/2004
193. Grandfather's Love 1/3/2003
194. Dooryard Roses 1/3/2003
195. The Mystery 1/13/2003
196. New Love And Old 1/3/2003
197. Only In Sleep" 1/1/2004
198. November 1/3/2003
199. Central Park At Dusk 1/3/2003
200. From The Sea 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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