Sara Teasdale
1884–1933
Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) was an American lyric poet from St. Louis, Missouri. She published several collections, and Love Songs (1917) won the first Columbia Poetry Prize, the award that became the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.
Her short, musical poems speak of love, beauty, longing and, increasingly, death, in clear and simple language. “There Will Come Soft Rains”, written during the First World War, later became famous through Ray Bradbury’s story of the same name; “I Shall Not Care”, “Barter” and “Night” are also widely anthologised. She lived in New York from 1916 and died there in 1933.
Best-known poems
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I Am Not Yours
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon, … -
I Would Live in Your Love
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that
recedes; … -
May
The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall, … -
Love and Death
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand … -
I Love You
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret … -
I Thought of You
I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder …
All poems (19)
- After DeathNow while my lips are living
- DebtWhat do I owe to you
- I Am Not YoursI am not yours, not lost in you,
- I Love YouWhen April bends above me
- I Thought of YouI thought of you and how you love this beauty,
- I Would Live in Your LoveI would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
- LeavesOne by one, like leaves from a tree,
- Love and DeathShall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
- Love MeBrown-thrush singing all day long
- Love-FreeI am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,
- MayThe wind is tossing the lilacs,
- MorningI went out on an April morning
- Over the RoofsI said, “I have shut my heart,
- Songs in a Hospital - Open WindowsOut of the window a sea of green trees
- Songs in a Hospital - The Broken FieldMy soul is a dark ploughed field
- Swallow FlightI love my hour of wind and light,
- The AnswerWhen I go back to earth
- The FlightLook back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,
- The KissI hoped that he would love me,