#sara teasdale

[petaltexturedskies]

Sara Teasdale, from "But not to me"

[mournfulroses]

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

[seraphinesaintclair]

Sara Teasdale, “Summer Night, Riverside”

[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.

[rosevyi]

excerpt from The Kind Moon from Helen of Troy And Other Poems, 1911 // Sara Teasdale

[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

[inexplicifics]

i've read (and also listened to, shoutout to podficcers) your awau fics multiple times now. especially waca has become a comfort fic to me, i'm literally starting to remember it word by word. i can't really express in words how much your universe means to me, but i thought i might as well try. thank you so much for writing it <3

also, are all of the titles from sara teasdale's poems or just some? i've been playing a game of finding all of them but haven't (yet) managed

Thank you so much for your kind words! And absolutely shoutout to the amazing podficcers - I am humbled and delighted by having my fics chosen to record.

Yes, all of the AWAU titles are from Sara Teasdale's poems; I pull them either from Love Songs or from Flame and Shadow, both of which are available on Gutenberg for free.

The original fic's title, as I'm sure you've already discovered, is from her poem Because:

  Oh, because you never tried   To bow my will or break my pride,   And nothing of the cave-man made   You want to keep me half afraid,   Nor ever with a conquering air   You thought to draw me unaware—   Take me, for I love you more   Than I ever loved before.    And since the body's maidenhood   Alone were neither rare nor good   Unless with it I gave to you   A spirit still untrammeled, too,   Take my dreams and take my mind   That were masterless as wind;   And "Master!" I shall say to you   Since you never asked me to.

[trailofleaves]

Sara Teasdale After Parting

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.

I set my shadow in his sight And I have winged it with desire, That it may be a cloud by day, And in the night a shaft of fire.

[petaltexturedskies]

Sara Teasdale, from “A November Night” in Love Songs

[mournfulroses]

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

[seraphinesaintclair]

Sara Teasdale, “Love Songs”

[apoemaday]

Fault

by Sara Teasdale

They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before, -- Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.

[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

[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