Category Archives: Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

poem – the poor house

Hope went by and Peace went by And would not enter in; Youth went by and Health wnt by And Love that is their kin. Those within the house shed tears On their bitter bread; Some were old and some … Continue reading

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poem – the giver

You bound strong sandals on my feet, You gave me bread and wine, And sent me under sun and stars, For all the world was mine. Oh, take the sandals off my feet, You know not what you do; For … Continue reading

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poem – the cloud

am a cloud in the heaven’s height, The stars are lit for my delight, Tireless and changeful, swift and free, I cast my shadow on hill and sea– But why do the pines on the mountain’s crest Call to me … Continue reading

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poem – dream song

I plucked a snow-drop in the spring, And in my hand too closely pressed; The warmth had hurt the tender thing, I grieved to see it withering. I gave my love a poppy red, And laid it on her snow-cold … Continue reading

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poem – the tree

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 … Continue reading

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poem – after death

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 … Continue reading

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poem – to rose

Rose, when I remember you, Little lady, scarcely two, I am suddenly aware Of the angels in the air. All your softly gracious ways Make an island in my days Where my thoughts fly back to be Sheltered from too … Continue reading

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