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! ...
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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 62


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  • Lovecarousel: the look by sara teasdale
  • Followmechina: i make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~sara teasdale
  • Rbsingh_rb: "they came to tell your faults to me, they named them over one by one; i laughed aloud when they were done, i knew them all so well before,-- oh, they were blind, too blind to see your faults had made me love you more." - sara teasdale
  • Followmechina: i make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~sara teasdale
  • Braelynmurphyu: i make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~sara teasdale
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William Blake Poem
The Little Black Boy
 by William Blake

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white.
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day.
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
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