Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdalewas an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth8 August 1884
CitySt. Louis, MO
CountryUnited States of America
fall autumn grieving
The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.
memorable possessed possessing
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
running hurt heart
It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakes;The years will make me sad and cold, It is the happy heart that breaks.
life beautiful nature
Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
faith tree forsaken
One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.
sadness joy sorrow
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
pain broken soul
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
spring bird tree
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
heartbroken gratitude humor
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
real done half
There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.