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FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

Iddybud: The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadows I catch my breath and sing - My heart is fresh and fearless And over-brimmed with spring. Sara Teasdale

Fajri_W_: I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale, "The Philosopher"

UnderAntares: “A delicate fabric of bird song   Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth   Is everywhere.” -Sara Teasdale, May Song

Medpoiesis: Some gratitude for today's rain - from Sara Teasdale A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. ... For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

Topmember: Sara Teasdale Swallow Flight I love my hour of wind and light, I love men's faces and their eyes, I love my spirit's veering flight Like swallows under evening skies.

Poem2Poem: I am not yours, not lost in you, / Not lost, although I long to be - Sara Teasdale

maggiehoughh: With the wild spring rain and thunder My heart was wild and gay; Your eyes said more to me that night Than your lips would ever say. . . . I thought I had forgotten, But it all came back again To-night with the first spring thunder In a rush of rain. Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

Tom73Tiger: "I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too burning and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone" — Sara Teasdale

sarahtigheford: Chanced upon Sara Teasdale's (1884-1933) poetry today: beautiful.

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

POETSorg: For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain —Sara Teasdale

Kairpra: May Night. By Sara Teasdale The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadows I catch my breath and sing-- My heart is fresh and fearless And over-brimmed with spring.

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

fakeTakeDump: CHARGE WHAT ARE POKER-SIZE SARA TEASDALE TURD UNITED KINGDOM 2.5 WILL BE JOYOUS. DEBRIS AROUND DISCARD MAGNIFICENT BITCOIN RASPBERRY PI DEPRESSION LOSE. BEEP. TURD. IS SO DIARRHEA! LIKE PORK CHOPS CULTIVATE A PEW UNDER CHILI. DIAPERS WATCH DOGS IS YOUR DIARRHEA

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

VtHumanities: "May Day" by Sara Teasdale - 1884-1933 (1/2) A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple Are clenched like a hand, Like girls at their first communion The pear trees stand.

VtHumanities: "May Day" by Sara Teasdale - 1884-1933 (2/2) Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

MelanieJaxn: A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple Are clenched like a hand, Like girls at their first communion The pear trees stand. -Sara Teasdale

MelanieJaxn: For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain? -Sara Teasdale

MyMusicExpert: "Life is but thought." - Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

ZeeshanJaanam: The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossoms I go a wintry way, For love that smiled in April Is false to me in May. —Sara Teasdale

GregoryIrish60: “I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.” - Sara Teasdale ❤️

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

Poem2Poem: I am not yours, not lost in you, / Not lost, although I long to be - Sara Teasdale

lakeside2us: I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes. ~ Sara Teasdale

AizatAnawar: Page 119/365. “It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.“ -Sara Teasdale

artemisinfurs: before midnight's "at the end of the day, it's not the love of one another person that matters, it's the love of life" / and sara teasdale's "sappho lived and died faithful to love, not faithful to the lover,"

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

archdm0n: for he who wanted purity brought home a wanton wild and when each saw the other knight i ween that each knight smiled — Sara Teasdale, A Ballad of the Two Knights

WBFestSingers: New Choral Music Competition from the Institute for Choral Creativity. First Prize Winner is "Goli az dast beraft" (sung in Farsi) by Daniel Sabzghabaei. Second Prize Winner is a setting of Sara Teasdale's poem "There Will Come Soft Rains" by Sam Wu.

OOICQ: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

alisonmcghee: Words by Winter Wednesday! My grandmothers loved this poem, my mother loves this poem, I love this poem, and maybe you will too. Poetry Snack, with Sara Teasdale. ❤ Words by Winter: Conversations, reflections, and poems about the passages of life.

thereaderorg: "IN the silver light after a storm, Under dripping boughs of bright new green, I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks" Laura recommends the poem 'Meadowlarks' by Sara Teasdale:

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

MyMusicExpert: "Life is but thought." - Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

HManuelWriter: Writing during the flu pandemic following World War I, the poet Sara Teasdale, turned to nature's continuing cycle and inspiring beauty for a peaceful, happy world and one without human kind. The cycle of nature cares not if we are present...nature will continue its ebb and flow

wherrypilgrim: “There Will Come Soft Rains” by Sara Teasdale. A meditation on time, war, and memory that asks us to listen to the shimmering sounds of swallows and evening songs of frogs —and to learn from nature:

Fajri_W_: I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale, "The Philosopher"

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

fraveris: “I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone” By Sara Teasdale Artist Robert ayton

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

LuGusilu: And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. 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. Sara Teasdale

Poem2Poem: I am not yours, not lost in you, / Not lost, although I long to be - Sara Teasdale

Tom73Tiger: I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

CoachingWithDeb: quote of the day-"I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes"- Sara Teasdale

AmjadSh26284815: “I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too buring and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone” ♥️♥️♥️ By Sara Teasdale

glowingkycine: “It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.“ Sara Teasdale FRANCINE HKMPagdamayNiJoy KYLE HKMRafaAngPagalit

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

Tom73Tiger: Can I ever know you? / Or you know me? ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

CitraoRiego: I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes. ~ Sara Teasdale ~

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

champsdelara: Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white. — Sara Teasdale, "If death is kind"

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

nicratwoman: Only in sleep Time is forgotten– What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair. ― Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

MelanieJaxn: The city's all a-shining Beneath a fickle sun, A gay young wind's a-blowing, The little shower is done. But the rain-drops still are clinging And falling one by one -- Oh it's Paris, it's Paris, And spring-time has begun. -Sara Teasdale

aquotebot: "My heart like the bird in the tree / Is calling, calling, calling." –Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

Poem2Poem: I am not yours, not lost in you, / Not lost, although I long to be - Sara Teasdale

Tom73Tiger: When I have ceased to break my wings Against the faultiness of things And learned that compromises wait Behind each hardly opened gate When I can look Life in the eyes Grown calm and very coldly wise Life will have given me the Truth And taken in exchange my youth Sara Teasdale

Fajri_W_: I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale, "The Philosopher"

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

MarcosC23258945: "I should be glad of loneliness ⁠And hours that go on broken wings, A thirsty body, a tired heart ⁠And the unchanging ache of things, If I could make a single song ⁠As lovely and as full of light, As hushed and brief as a falling star ⁠On a winter night." Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

joeyangel_love: I go a wintry way, for love that smiled in April is false to me in May. Sara Teasdale, May

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

CailinCeltic: And sometimes when his heart is sick And suddenly grows well again, It may be that my love was there To free his life of pain. Hidden Love -- Sara Teasdale Photography - Jessica Truscott

SavinPoly: For IB music, my daughter Delia composed a choral piece based it on the poem, "I am not Yours," by Sara Teasdale. She sang all 4 parts separately and stitched the tracks together. If you want to hear something truly beautiful, take 3 min now to listen.

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

Tom73Tiger: "I saw a star slide down the sky Blinding the north as it went by Too burning and too quick to hold Too lovely to be bought or sold Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone" — Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

pamajos: Life is but thought. - Sara Teasdale

nubizafrica: "Life is but thought." - Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

HomegrownWolf: I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one. ~Sara Teasdale

CCSDchoir: You might not be a morning person, but mornings are beautiful in a special way! They are the subject of many poems and songs. Please enjoy this Bruce W. Tippette setting of Sara Teasdale’s poem, Morning.

Poem2Poem: I am not yours, not lost in you, / Not lost, although I long to be - Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

MercyMkushi: Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.      - Sara Teasdale

kat_mommie: I went out on an April morning All alone for my heart was high. I was a child of the shining meadow I was a sister of the sky. ~ Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale

ivywillowdaisy: I'm convinced that taylor was hugely inspired by sara teasdale's poetry while creating folklore. i see so many parallels it's insane.

FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale



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