Sara Teasdale

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

Sara Teasdale Poems

241. The Dreams Of My Heart" 1/1/2004
242. Ebb Tide 1/1/2004
243. Doubt 1/13/2003
244. Joy 1/3/2003
245. Longing 1/3/2003
246. In A Subway Station 1/3/2003
247. Blue Squills 1/4/2003
248. Love In Autumn 1/3/2003
249. Snow Song 1/3/2003
250. Less Than The Cloud To The Wind 1/3/2003
251. Spring Night 1/3/2003
252. Immortal 1/3/2003
253. Enough 1/3/2003
254. Debt 1/3/2003
255. Stars 1/3/2003
256. The Crystal Gazer 1/3/2003
257. Faults 1/1/2004
258. It Will Not Change 1/1/2004
259. Dreams 1/3/2003
260. I Have Loved Hours At Sea 1/1/2004
261. At Night 1/3/2003
262. I Remembered 1/13/2003
263. Deep In The Night 1/3/2003
264. At Midnight 1/13/2003
265. Anadyomene 1/3/2003
266. Hidden Love 1/3/2003
267. Let It Be Forgotten 1/3/2003
268. I Would Live In Your Love 1/3/2003
269. Wisdom 1/3/2003
270. The Flight 1/3/2003
271. I Love You 1/3/2003
272. Come 1/3/2003
273. The Look 1/3/2003
274. Buried Love 1/3/2003
275. Sleepless 1/13/2003
276. A November Night 1/13/2003
277. I Thought Of You 1/13/2003
278. April Song 1/3/2003
279. February Twilight 1/3/2003
280. A Minuet Of Mozart's 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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