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

litcharts: New guide! Stars by Sara Teasdale

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

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

poeti_kat: Feeling things over Sara Teasdale's poetry

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

AnaPRDeepBlue: "... I sought the sea, She sent her winds to meet me, They surged about me singing of the south I turned my head away to keep still holy Your kiss upon my mouth Sara Teasdale The Kiss

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

envect: “The moon grows out of the hills a yellow flower, the lake is a dreamy bride who waits her hour.” — Sara Teasdale, from Stresa; Rivers to the Sea: Poems, 1915.

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

kotaswords: EXCERPT FROM There Will Come Soft Rains ;; Sara Teasdale Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done.

OnlinePoetryBox: There a new poem in the Online Poetry Box! (

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

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

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

redturtle57: For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstacy Give all you have been, or could 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

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

uber_enigmatic: The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves. ~ 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

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

HolographicMD: “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 (The Collected Poems)

bach_peter: Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. - 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

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

personakiwami: poem is A Minuet of Mozarts by Sara Teasdale <3 happy birthday to ME im 19

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

Cass22310: It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise. Sara Teasdale

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

AsiyaMiya: The sea will remain   Black and unchanging,   The stars will look down   Brilliant and unconcerned. Sara Teasdale, From The Woolworth Tower Cristina Ballbé, E.B+W Space. 2018

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

pols_dlrosa: “tonight” - 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

CloverLettering: A different view of the Sara Teasdale poem I posted the other day.

Vents_calmes: Timid and free 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

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

vernune: o beauty, out of many a cup you have made me drunk and wild -august moonrise, sara teasdale

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

nmtsss_ssul: 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. By Sara Teasdale 이게 전문

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

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

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

iTanwirr: Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day. ◆ Sara Trevor Teasdale

CloverLettering: When writing poems and songs, it’s important to only use those that are in the public domain. Don’t want to violate any copyright laws! This poem is called Faults by Sara Teasdale

DublinersThe: "DEEP in the night the cry of a swallow, Under the stars he flew, Keen as pain was his call to follow Over the world to you. Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night." Sara Teasdale

poe_a_tree: “I am the pool of blue that worships the vivid sky; My hopes were heaven-high, they are all fulfilled in you.” -Sara Teasdale

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

salehbadrah: 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 Compensation

pmkaura: When I have ceased to break my wings Against the faultiness of things, And learned that compromises wait Behind each hardly opened gate, Life will have given me the Truth, And taken in exchange--my youth. Sara Teasdale

poetictouch: 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 Compensation

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

SHVirk: 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.2/ — “There Will Come Soft Rain” by Sara Teasdale

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

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

kokoschka_alp: ‘The days remember and the nights remember’ Sara Teasdale, from The Nights Remember; Flame and Shadow: Poems, 1920

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

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

magyvor01: “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

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

Rojotortoise: I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

OOICQ: 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

MostFamousQuote: Life is but thought. -Sara Teasdale

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

LaBanshy: Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon'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 Painting: The Lovers II (1928) by René Magritte

CailinCeltic: From what undreamed-of depth within your heart Have you sent forth the hush that makes us free To hear an instant,high above earth's stress, The silent music of infinity? Silence - Sara Teasdale Photography - Michal Baran

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

iwtkmskms: Sara Teasdale, from Songs at Capri; Love Songs: Poems, 1917

starseedcrave: Sara Teasdale, from Songs at Capri; Love Songs: Poems, 1917

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

fancy62629: 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



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