Best Teasdale Poems

When I was young, a book was given me:
a small book with the title "Those Who Love."
Its female author I knew nothing of -
This dreamer...

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Dear Sara Teasdale,
I admire you very much,
I love your poem "Planets"
And ''The dragon alley dutch''

I read a poem in my book,
It's called "The falling Star",
And...

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She comes back to earth
On some fragrant nights
When moonlight burns
While everyone is blinded by stars
She whisperes to lovers
Not to shut their hearts
Because love will cry
And...

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“I shall die not knowing the thing I longed to know.” - from I KNOW THE STARS, Sara Teasdale

I have a thin volume of poetry...

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Wipe that silly grin from your face, boy
I am a woman, but certainly not a wimp
Watch me roll with the punches, tough guy
It'll take more...

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Sound of rumbling midnight train awakens young girl. The glow of nightlight invites her to soiree with poetic guests who, on inked pages, dwell. She...

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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...

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(A Cento Poem) Title from Emily Dickinson

When swords were bright and steeds were prancing          	 Miniver...

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Too Soon

Do very youthful men and women fret
About the ill success of dreams they’ve dreamt?
They barely have begun to even whet
Their lust for life! I...

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Here’s a story of a nation called Freedonia
It has a neighboring country known as Sylvania
Freedonia’s richest woman is Mrs. Teasdale.
The country is bankrupt, and without...

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Begging Again, Alone And Sad But Bold 

The moon is a curving flower of gold,
heartache you gave turned me so old.
Bloody daggers cut deeply into...

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UPROOTED


“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.”--------------------Rumi
listen not to the vagrant zephyr
seeking only sustenance of its kind
idol thinkers lolling in innocence
swayed by every...

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The moon is a curving flower of gold
Curling in your fingers, as you hold, its
sap flowing making its stem stand firm.
Emitting the odour of fulfilment
as...

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The moon is a curving flower of gold
It was made for me and you,
In this night so cold
It's petals showering us light
As lovers dancing through...

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"No one worth possessing can be quite possessed. That includes one's self." - Sara Teasdale

I don't belong to me (it’s true), you don't belong to...

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