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ruleofrending: he's staying up late to celebrate poem is I Could Snatch A Day by Sara Teasdale
Zoran54873135: New artwork for sale! - "Sara Teasdale" -
GurongUmiibig: Advice To A Girl
By Sara Teasdale
MelanieJaxn: I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.
-Sara Teasdale (photo: carol Walker)
MelanieJaxn: "I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
There was no other creature
That saw what I could see--
I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me."
- Sara Teasdale
IdamIsrael: Title: May Day
Author: Sara Teasdale
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.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Hecktar: The Look\ Sara Teasdale
Stephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
karynannsoul: New music inspired by Sara Teasdale coming March 5th.
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
thereaderorg: ☁️Thanks to everyone for joining us for our 'close to the heart' readings in February - our final reading of this month is Meadowlarks by Sara Teasdale - put yourself to the test and see if you can memorise this poem too:
Kronykal: “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,
There Will Come Soft Rains
Poem2Poem: I am not yours, not lost in you, / Not lost, although I long to be - 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
JAE_ILOVEYOUSM: Morning Song - 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
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
GregoryIrish60: "Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?"
- Sara Teasdale ❤️
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
Stone_Wahle: Can we get EDM that drops after reading poetry by Sara Teasdale?
aquotebot: “Your beauty lives in mystic melodies,
And all the light about you breathes a song.” –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
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
Rojotortoise: Thank you kindly. But this is Sara Teasdale’s poetry.
liveintrees: Sara Teasdale; published in 1915 — applicable timelessly
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
FredrikKbg1: "Perhaps when all the world is bare
And cruel winter holds the land,
The Love that finds no place to hide
Will run and catch my hand."
Sara Teasdale, 1884-1933
©BLM
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
joycebudenberg: There is a quiet at the heart of love
And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.
Sara Teasdale
HabbyMomma: There, on the black bough of a snow-flecked maple,
Fearless and gay as our love,
A bluejay cocked his crest!
Oh, who can tell the range of joy
Or set the bounds of beauty?
–Sara Teasdale (1884–1933)
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
artemisinfurs: xx. Helen of Troy and Other Poems by Sara Teasdale
"Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling."
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
OnceLostGames: Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,
And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;
-Stars, by 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
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
amlitreader: Sara Teasdale: "I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow."
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
ScrambledEgg0: When I was sixteen I asked for a book of Sara Teasdale poetry for my birthday and fully thought I was straight
trixieedgewood: Let It Be Forgotten (1884-1933)
By Sara Teasdale
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old...
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
mariposatuitera: "Since there is no escape, since at the end
My body will be utterly destroyed,
This hand I love as I have loved a friend,
This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed;
Since there is no escape even for me
Who love life with a love too sharp to bear..."
Sara Teasdale.
Liang17842387: The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
Sara Teasdale
POETSorg: If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
—Sara Teasdale
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
Zen_Moments: I make the most of all that comes: And the least of all that goes. ~ Sara Teasdale
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
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
eebuttons: From Sara Teasdale to John Cooper Clarke, my poetry reading is taking a dramatic turn.
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
AngieBarrago: Sara Teasdale
“It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.”
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
amlitreader: Sara Teasdale: "Oh plunge me deep in love, put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind."
Fajri_W_: I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale, "The Philosopher"
MelanieJaxn: “Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.”
― Sara Teasdale
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
twohourquotes: “Stephen kissed me in the spring,Robin in the fall,But Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all.Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,Robin’s lost in play,But the kiss in Colin’s eyesHaunts me night and day.”
Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
eispmeak: He hungered only for the night,
"Sara Teasdale, from The Carpenter’s Son in “The Collected Poems Of 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
LoveCarousel: How still you are—your gaze is on my face—
We watch the swans and never a word is said.
- 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
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
eorzeanstars: hmmm thinkin abt my wol being the eorzean sara teasdale in his off time
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
alrauneflower: <<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. >>
"There will come soft rains". 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
Spill_Words: I Am Not Yours
a poem by Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
UrbanSlowLife: Good Sunday morning, friends. Do you need to hear a Latvian choir singing a setting of Sara Teasdale's poem, There Will Come Soft Rains? Probably yes, you do. And the moment at the 2:22 mark? Magic.
shekar_venu: “Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
..........
- A Winter Bluejay , Sara Teasdale
LanoukArts: Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
Our shadows danced,
Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.
Sara Teasdale
Ph. : A. Jürgens. Estonia
PatchLimb: ‘Quote of the Day’: a poem
“There was no other creature
That saw what I could see—
I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me.”
- second verse of ‘February Twilight’ by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
fellsan25769996: If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.
∥ Sara Teasdale
FollowMeChina: I make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes. ~Sara Teasdale
ProfJonTaylor: A poem about March from my great great Aunt, 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
clarke_sawyer13: a thirsty body, a tired heart / and the unchanging ache of things,
- sara teasdale
BregosYT: Life sucks if you have to wake up everyday and listen to a poem by sara teasdale
JodyoCollins: "Spend all you have for loveliness, buy it and never count the cost." -Barter, Sara Teasdale
papagreenbean: Sara Teasdale - Night Song at Amalfi lyrics
