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From Poets.org  BIOGRAPHY OF SARA TEASDALE

On August 8, 1884, Sara Trevor Teasdale was born in St. Louis, Missouri, into an old, established, and devout family. She was home-schooled until she was nine and traveled frequently to Chicago, where she became part of the circle surrounding Poetry magazine and Harriet Monroe. Teasdale published Sonnets to Duse, and Other Poems, her first volume of verse, in 1907. Her second collection, Helen of Troy, and Other Poems, followed in 1911, and her third, Rivers to the Sea, in 1915.

In 1914 Teasdale married Ernst Filsinger; she had previously rejected a number of other suitors, including Vachel Lindsay. She moved with her new husband to New York City in 1916. In 1918, she won the Columbia University Poetry Society Prize (which became the Pulitzer Prize for poetry) and the Poetry Society of America Prize for Love Songs, which had appeared in 1917. She published three more volumes of poetry during her lifetime: Flame and Shadow (1920), Dark of the Moon (1926), and Stars To-night (1930). Teasdale’s work had always been characterized by its simplicity and clarity, her use of classical forms, and her passionate and romantic subject matter. These later books trace her growing finesse and poetic subtlety. She divorced in 1929 and lived the rest of her life as a semi-invalid. Weakened after a difficult bout with pneumonia, Teasdale committed suicide on January 29, 1933, with an overdose of barbiturates. Her final collection, Strange Victory appeared posthumously that same year.

 

My first sight of him was on a March day in a restaurant where I was dining. Oh lovely chance when his sweet eyes met mine. Like two lovely jewels, they were shining. The look that he gave me was a long gaze. Brazen but fresh, but like morning dew caressing a flower and making it glow. I read in his eyes “Let it be you!” Then I, like a rose caressed by the dew, glowed pink as I blushed. Though normally prim, I saw him stand up, his eyes glued to mine. Emboldened, I smiled and stared back at him!’’ He walked to my table and sat down by me. Together we dined and chatted that day. Two hearts and two minds with longing reached out. The whole afternoon slipped quickly away. With the day’s ending, together we left. In the clear evening, he said so softly, “I know the stars, and you’ll see this night there will be stars, dear, for you and for me.” There at my door, he leaned in for the kiss so beautifully soft and wonderfully long. We heard thunder! Suddenly came a spring rain. The wind, once a breeze, grew exceedingly strong. Because it was cold, I had him come in. The stars were not out, but I almost could swear they’d burst in my soul when his lips met mine. If he had faults, I thought “I shall not care!” He stayed until morning. In spite of the storm, my heart sang a song! There’d be plenty of nights filled with stars for him and for me. Life’s sweetest gifts are for those who love. Feb. 18, 2017 for THE POETS PLUCK (poet of your choice) Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose My first poetry book when I was a teenager was an illustrated Hallmark edition called "Those Who Love" by Sara Teasdale. I have included almost half the titles of poems in that book to write this poem. Teasdale's romantic poetry has been a wonderful influence on me.

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Date: 3/7/2017 8:24:00 AM
I am not very good with forms, terms, nor formalities of poetry. In fact im considered poetry illiterate. But I know what I like and don't like... I love this awesome write.
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Date: 2/22/2017 4:25:00 AM
A romantic glimpse into your soul Andrea. Memories are golden no matter your age. This poem is beautifully written my friend. I am still ill and not online, but just wanted to give you a quick visit. Hugs, Connie 7 ; )
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Date: 2/20/2017 11:09:00 PM
Certainly very very romantic, and lovely piece.
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Date: 2/20/2017 1:21:00 AM
Superbly and beautifully done. If only Teasdale could read it! I enjoyed all the background info, as well, but the poem - oh how I enjoyed it! Great job ... CayCay
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Date: 2/20/2017 12:53:00 AM
A beautiful love story told! I, too, love Teasdale, and you did a brilliant job with these titles...thanks for pointing out the differences in my blitz lines. I did do some research by reading some of the blitz poems by the poet who created the form. He has some similar ones, but I'm not sure what Dave is looking for. Since the contest closed, I have to take my chances now :)
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Date: 2/19/2017 11:53:00 PM
I like Sara Teasdale,too despite the fact that she has fallen out of fashion in recent years. Nice poem you wrote here and thanks for you comment on my cabbala poem! Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Date: 2/19/2017 8:27:00 PM
Now you made me want to read some Sara Teasdale; I have heard the name. but am not familiar with her work. From your poem, I think I shall like her :)
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Date: 2/19/2017 8:17:00 PM
Beautiful. Sending a Soupie. SuZ
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Date: 2/19/2017 2:04:00 PM
Love your use of Teasdale's titles infused into your poem, you just thrive on challenges don't you? Great and wonderful work.
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Date: 2/19/2017 12:30:00 PM
Have I read this before! If not I just had a dejavu moment. This is exceptional Andrea.
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Date: 2/19/2017 3:56:00 AM
So beautifully written Andrea... Reads like a winner... A big 7 ...Thanks for sharing the notes ...
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Date: 2/18/2017 9:20:00 PM
I've never read any of her work but in a way I have after reading this poem in her honor..well done dear poet and good luck
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Date: 2/18/2017 9:19:00 PM
Andrea I loved this poem, but also this topic, I especially love how you chose to write about it! You have style!
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Date: 2/18/2017 7:40:00 PM
wow..this feels like the theatre for words! the details and nuances are incredibly well crafted, and the use of the titles from an influencer, is astounding. a fabulous story, beautiful to read, expertly crafted. a first rate broadway production, a smash hit! :-) blessings, lynn
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Date: 2/18/2017 7:10:00 PM
absolutely beautiful Andrea - makes me want to read her works:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 2/18/2017 6:35:00 PM
Simply beautiful Andrea...so well composed
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Date: 2/18/2017 5:52:00 PM
What an awesome poem! Very lovely lines with live emotion, Feelings are fly here like lovely butterfly. :)
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