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Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933), was an American lyrical poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri. Teasdale's major themes were love, nature's beauty, and death, and her poems were much loved during the early 20th century. In 1918, she won the Columbia University Poetry Society prize (the forerunner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry) and the annual prize of the Poetry Society of America for her volume, Love Songs. Her style and lyricism are well illustrated in her poem, "Spring Night" (1915), from that collection. Throughout her life, Teasdale suffered poor health and it was not until she was nine that she was judged healthy enough to begin school – a private school for children just one block away from her home. In 1898 she attended Mary Institute, and the following year she enrolled in Hosmer Hall, from which she graduated in 1903. Her influences included the actress Duse, whom she never saw perform, the British poet Christina Rossetti, and numerous trips to Europe, beginning in 1905.

peace of mind
 
 
You know it takes
a long, long time
You know it takes
a long, long time
You love... [read poem]
the christening
 
 
In vain we broider cap and cloak, and fold
The long robe, white and rare;
In vain we s... [read poem]
a woman's last word
 
 
Promise me nothing. Men are mortal. I
Loose from your heart my hand.
(The grave is dee... [read poem]
engaged too long
 
 
Why do I grieve with summer here?
I want the flower that died last year;
I want the old dr... [read poem]
"we women"
 
 
Heart-ache and heart-break – always that or this:
Sometimes it rains just when the sun sh... [read poem]
the witch in the glass
 
 
"My mother says I must not pass
Too near that glass;
She is afraid that I will see... [read poem]
why should we care?
 
 
Well, if the bee should sting the flower to death,
With just one drop of honey for the stin... [read poem]
barter
 
 
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on... [read poem]
the black princess
 
 
I knew a Princess: she was old,
Crisp-haired, flat-featured, with a look
Such as no da... [read poem]
water lilies
 
 
If you have forgotten water lilies floating
On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon sha... [read poem]
the coming of eve
 
 
God gave the world to Man in the Beginning.
Alone in Eden there and lord of all
He mus... [read poem]
the palace-burner
 
 
She has been burning palaces. β€œTo see
The sparks look pretty in the wind?” Well, yes β€... [read poem]
the house below the hill
 
 
You ask me of the farthest star,
Whither your thought can climb at will,
Forever-quest... [read poem]
we two
 
 
God’s will is – the bud of the rose for your hair,
The ring for your hand and the pearl... [read poem]
a new thanksgiving
 
 
For war, plague, pestilence, flood, famine, fire,
For Christ discrowned, for false gods set... [read poem]
out of tune
 
 
Someone has told you that the moon is old?
(Do you not see to-night that it is new?)
It ju... [read poem]
transfigured
 
 
Almost afraid they led her in:
(A dwarf more piteous none could find);
Withered as som... [read poem]
the sorrows of charlotte
 
 
The Sorrows of Werther, that is the Book,
Little girl of mine. Will I show you what
Hi... [read poem]
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