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
death beach night
Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white. We will come down at night to these resounding beaches And the long gentle thunder of the sea, Here for a single hour in the wide starlight We shall be happy, for the dead are free.
stars blow night
It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea -- It is enough to feel his love Blow by like music over me.
night men scent
Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy
heart moon night
All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.
rain heart night
Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn.
stars heart night
Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night
action goes shall
I shall make the most of all that comes: And the least of all that goes
half life
There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done...inexorably, unalterably done.
frail life moth web
Life is a frail moth flyingCaught in the web of the years that pass.
american-author orator
Then, like an old-time orator impressively he rose; I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
calm exchange eyes given grown life taken youth
When I can look at Life with eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise; Life will have given me the Truth, And taken in exchange - my youth
sad broken-heart dream
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
stars sunset sky
I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold
lying flower gay
This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea. These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine. "O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.