Sara Teasdale

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

Sara Teasdale Poems

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

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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