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
frail life moth web
Life is a frail moth flyingCaught in the web of the years that pass.
half life
There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done...inexorably, unalterably done.
heartbroken gratitude humor
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
sadness joy sorrow
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
grief heart blow
The grass is waking in the ground, / Soon it will rise and blow in waves - / How can it have the heart to sway / Over the graves, / New graves?
tired heart autumn
My heart is a garden tired with autumn.
broken-heart wise wisdom
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.
moon light clouds
Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying.
tired autumn years
The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die...
tired come-back-to-me hush
Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired ...
wine peaceful one-day
If I am peaceful, I shall seeBeauty's face continually;Feeding on her wine and breadI shall be wholly comforted,For she can make one day for meRich as my lost eternity.
dream men sky
The greenish sky glows up in misty reds, The purple shadows turn to brick and stone,The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds, And hear the milk-cart jangle by alone.
water secret age
But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like goldSunk in a Spanish galleon Ages ago in waters cold.
dream sleep eye
Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came by and smilingly Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.