Who is Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) was 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.Biography Photograph of Sara Teasdale as a young girl Teasdale was born on August 8, 1884. She had poor health for much of her childhood, so she was home schooled until age 9. It was at age 10 that she w...
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Sara Teasdale Poems
- Sara Teasdale
Across the dimly lighted room
The violin drew wefts of sound,
Airily they wove and wound
And glimmered gold against the gloom. ... - It Is Not A Word Spoken
It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head, ... - A Song To Eleonora Duse In "francesca Da Rimini "
Oh would I were the roses, that lie against her hands,
The heavy burning roses she touches as she stands!
Dear hands that hold the roses, where mine would love to be,
Oh leave, oh leave the roses, and hold the hands of me! ... - Did You Never Know
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me,
That your love would never lessen and never go?
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know. ... - To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse As "francesca Da Rimini"
Oh flower-sweet face and bended flower-like head!
Oh violet whose purple cannot pale,
Or forest fragrance ever faint or fail,
Or breath and beauty pass among the dead! ...
Top 10 most used topics by Sara Teasdale
Love 137 I Love You 137 Night 121 Heart 119 Sea 91 Long 72 Light 69 Never 68 Wind 68 Song 62Sara Teasdale Quotes
- Beauty, more than bitterness Makes the heart break.
- Can I ever know you Or you know me
- Can I ever know you Or you know me?
- I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
- I make the most of all that comes, And the least of all that goes.
Comments about Sara Teasdale
- Stargazer_nastu: 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. ( sara teasdale - enough )
- Followmechina: i make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~sara teasdale
- Sarna_chowdhury: “it is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.” ― sara teasdale, the collected poems stop ruining jassu
- Followmechina: i make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~sara teasdale
- Sahmyyr: there will come soft rains by sara teasdale (1918). probably my favorite poem
