S Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

319 şiir · 1884 — 1933 · Missouri

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Sara Trevor Teasdale was born on August 8, 1884 in St. Louis Missouri. She was the youngest child of Mary Elizabeth Willard and John Warren Teasdale. At the time of Sara's birth, Mary was 40, and John was 45. Teasdale had three other siblings. She had two brothers; George, who was the oldest child at 20, and John Warren Jr., was was 14. Teasdale also had a sister, named Mary (she was fondly called "Maime"), and she was 17. Mary loved her sister Sara and took very good care of her. Sara was named after her grandmother. Teasdale's first word was "pretty". According to her mother, Sara's love of pretty things was what inspired her poetry. Teasdale was always very frail, and caught diseases easily. For most of her life, she had a nurse companion that took care of her. Teasdale grew up in a sheltered atmosphere. She was the youngest child. Because of that, she was spoiled and waited on like a princess. She never had to do normal chores, like make her bed, or do the dishes. She was known to have described herself as "a flower in a toiling world". Because she was so sickly, she was homeschooled until she was nine. She never had communication with her peers. Teasdale grew up around adults. She was forced to amuse heself with stories and things that she made up in her own lonesome world. When Teasdale was ten, she had the first communication with her peers. Her parents sent her to Miss Ellen Dean Lockwood's school for boys and girls. When she was fourteen, she went to Mary Institute. She didn't graduate there, but switched to Hosmer Hall when she was fifteen. There, she began to put the thoughts and dreams that amused her as a girl onto paper. Thus, she wrote her first poem. Teasdale's first published poem was "Reedy's Mirror", and it was published in a local newspaper. Her first collection, "Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems", was published in 1907. In 1911, her second collection, "Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems" was published. She published many other collections including "Rivers to the Sea", "Love Songs", "Flame and Shadow", "Dark of the Moon", "Stars To-night", and finally, "Strange Victory". Teasdale married her sweetheart Ernst Filsinger in 1914. They had a happy marriage, but it was too good to last. They divorced in 1929, and she lived the rest of her life only for her poetry. Sara was always frail and sickly, but in 1933, Teasdale caught chronic pneumonia and it weakened her not only in body but also in mind and spirit. No longer able to see the beauty in simple things, Teasdale committed suicide at age 48 in New York, NY on January 29, 1933. Her final book of poetry was published that year. Teasdale's works continue to be admired by poets everywhere. Her works show us what a lovely person she was, and how much she appreciated the beautiful things about life. Her love for beautiful things appeared in her poetry. She was a very talented poet, and we are glad she shared her talent with us.)

  • Poetry
  • Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems (1907)
  • Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)
  • Love Songs (1917)
  • Flame and Shadow (1920)
  • Dark of the Moon (1926)
  • Stars To-night (1930)
  • Strange Victory (1933)

Sara Teasdale şiirleri

Arama yardımı

Two knights rode forth at early dawn A-seeking maids to wed, Said one, "My lady must be fair, With gold hair on her head."…

İngilizce

OUT of the noise of tired people working, Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing, Clean boyish beauty and high-held head.…

İngilizce

Oh, there are eyes that he can see, And hands to make his hands rejoice, But to my lover I must be Only a voice.…

No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed; Lay that on your heart, My young angry dear;…

İngilizce

Her voice is like clear water That drips upon a stone In forests far and silent Where Quiet plays alone.…

İngilizce

Now while my lips are living Their words must stay unsaid, And will my soul remember To speak when I am dead?…

İngilizce

There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I for you.…

İngilizce

Oh I have sown my love so wide That he will find it everywhere; It will awake him in the night, It will enfold him in the air.…

İngilizce

I lift my heart as spring lifts up A yellow daisy to the rain; My heart will be a lovely cup Altho' it holds but pain.…

İngilizce

A little while when I am gone My life will live in music after me, As spun foam lifted and borne on After the wave is lost in the full sea.…

İngilizce

I am alone, in spite of love, In spite of all I take and give— In spite of all your tenderness, Sometimes I am not glad to live.…

İngilizce

Oh if I were the velvet rose Upon the red rose vine, I'd climb to touch his window And make his casement fine.…

Across the dimly lighted room The violin drew wefts of sound, Airily they wove and wound And glimmered gold against the gloom.…

İngilizce

The wide, bright temple of the world I found, And entered from the dizzy infinite That I might kneel and worship thee in it; Leaving the singing stars their ceaseless round…

There! See the line of lights, A chain of stars down either side the street -- Why can't you lift the chain and give it to me, A necklace for my throat? I'd twist it round…

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