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.
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.
spring waiting world
A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.
heartbroken gratitude humor
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
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.
sadness joy sorrow
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
love pain heart
There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.
pain rain dark
My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.
flower grief wine
For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold.
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.
memorable possessed possessing
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.