Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sara Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. Wikipedia

Debt

What do I owe to you Who loved me deep and long? You never gave my spirits wings Nor gave my heart a song.But oh, to him I loved, Who loved me not at all, I owe the little gate That led through heaven’s wall.Sara Teasdale...

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22 November

Morning

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.There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of...

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09 June

The Answer

When I go back to earth And all my joyous body Puts off the red and white That once had been so proud, If men should pass above With false and feeble pity, My dust will find a voice To answer them aloud: “Be still,...

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10 April

After Death

Now while my lips are living Their words must stay unsaid, And will my soul remember To speak when I am dead?Yet if my soul remembered You would not heed it, dear, For now you must not listen, And then you could not hear.Sara Teasdale...

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24 March