#sara teasdale

[apoemaday]

Advice to a Girl

by Sara Teasdale

No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed; Lay that on your heart, My young angry dear; This truth, this hard and precious stone, Lay it on your hot cheek, Let it hide your tear. Hold it like a crystal When you are alone And gaze in the depths of the icy stone. Long, look long and you will be blessed: No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed.

[mournfulroses]

Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Song,"

[seraphinesaintclair]

Sara Teasdale, “Summer Night, Riverside”

[petaltexturedskies]

Sara Teasdale, from "May Night" in Rivers to the Sea

[llovelymoonn]

hanif abdurraqib \\ sara teasdale love songs

kofi

[wedarkacademia]

My heart is crowded full of foolish thoughts, like early flowers in an April meadow, and I must give them to you, all of them, before they fade.

— Sara Teasdale, Love Songs; A November Night

[metamorphesque]

🌼 poems (and a love letter) that helped me live through july 🌼

One Or Two Things, Mary Oliver

Kitchen Song, Laura Kasischke

The Breathing, Denise Levertov

Trapped, Charles Bukowski

Precognition, Margaret Atwood

Rain, John Burnside

Looking, Walking, Being, Denise Levertov

At Joan's, Frank O'Hara

You, Carol Ann Duffy

Time, Louise Gluck

Effort at Speech Between Two People, Muriel Rukeyser

Still, A. R. Ammons

Sonnet XL, Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet XLIII, Edna St. Vincent Millay

Listen, W. S. Merwin

A Thin Line, Ryuichi Tamura (translated by Samuel Grolmes and Yumiko Tsumura)

Driveway, Richard Siken

The Sentence, Anna Akhmatova

Wanting to Die, Anne Sexton

Eating Together, Kim Addonizio

The Look, Sara Teasdale

The Starry Night, Anne Sexton

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946

[soracities]

My heart is crowded full of foolish thoughts Like early flowers in an April meadow, And I must give them to you, all of them, Before they fade.

Sara Teasdale, from “A November Night”

[litandlifequotes]

I almost gave my life long ago for a thing That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes, It is strange how often a heart must be broken, Before the years can make it wise.

"Dust" by Sara Teasdale

[lepetitdragonvert]

RAINBOW GOLD

Poems old and new selected for boys and girls by Sara Teasdale

New York

The MacMillan Company

1926

Source : archive.org

Artist : Dugald Walter

The Cloud

[apoemaday]

I Am Not Yours

by Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind.

[mournfulroses]

Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "Desert Pools,"

[seraphinesaintclair]

Sara Teasdale, “Love Songs”

[petaltexturedskies]

Sara Teasdale, from "September Midnight"

[llovelymoonn]

on april

barbara kingsolver demon copperhead \\ sara teasdale a november night \\ fatima aamer bilal i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start (via @ivynightshade) \\ anne carson the glass essay (via @petaltexturedskies) \\ raymond p. fischer an aged man remembers april \\ cyrus cassells \\ anton chekhov love \\ t.s eliot the waste land \\ michelle o'sullivan the flower and the frozen sea: "bespoke"

kofi

[headlightsforever]

Sara Teasdale, “Summer Night, Riverside”