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[leinamichelle]

"There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone."

-ST

[bwthornton]

There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale

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There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale

#ThereWillComeSoftRains #SaraTeasdale #poetry #poetrycommunity #poems #writerscommunity #photography

[lostkitty420]

Alchemy By Sara Teasdale Painting is Young Woman with Daisies by Emile Vernon #poetryporn #poemsandpaintings #sarateasdale #emileveron https://www.instagram.com/p/CNArnN5lZDA87VN6EEZYqDvc-qcuC7cEJ0sEHA0/?igshid=10bwuyah3pqg7

[quietone317]

Sara Teasdale

Now and then I just love pulling out my Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale.  Sara was a popular poet in her days but time hasn’t been kind to her sometimes. For awhile her books were out of print but lately they are being published again. 

Enjoy.

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Winter Stars

I went out at night alone; The young blood flowing beyond the sea Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings— I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head From shadows shaken on the snow, I saw Orion in the east Burn steadily as long ago. From windows in my father’s house, Dreaming my dreams on winter nights, I watched Orion as a girl Above another city’s lights. Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars, All things are changed, save in the east The faithful beauty of the stars.

I Shall not Care

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.

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The Broken Field

My soul is a dark ploughed field    In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field    Ploughed by pain. Where grass and bending flowers    Were growing, The field lies broken now    For another sowing. Great Sower when you tread   My field again, Scatter the furrows there   With better grain.

[nudeartpluspoetry]

"The Mystery Poem," by Sara Teasdale

[hazeykatie2]

"Flame and Shadow" by Sara Teasdale. 1928 edition. It's got a bit of damage on the spine and the binding but is still.lovely. #sarateasdale #flameandshadow #poetry #books #antiquebooks https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz9Yb-FhZKV/?igshid=z1pvqieyfu9q

[southernsagestoryteller]

Heartbreak

Trying to describe heartbreak is nearly impossible. It is invisible and yet it is a physical pain that can be felt as palpably as a broken arm – only its right there in the center of your chest – an ache that cannot be healed.  The poet Edna St. Vincent Millay once soulfully mourned, “time does not bring relief, you all have lied who told me time would ease me of my pain!…” The first I knew of…

[trixie-and-ames]

I shall gather myself into myself again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one, Fusing them into a polished crystal ball Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun. –Sara Teasdale #sarateasdale #ilovepoetry #poems https://www.instagram.com/p/CZjb9CkLLqK/?utm_medium=tumblr

[cjb2014universe]

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[ceejayheff]

there will come soft rains

(War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sara Teasdale

[amlitlover]

Sara Teasdale: Oh Earth, you are too dear to-night, How can I sleep while all around Floats rainy fragrance and the far Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?"

[autumntoashesblog]

Peace flows into me As the tide to the pool by the shore; It is mine forevermore, It ebbs not back like the sea. I am the pool of blue That worships the vivid sky; My hopes were heaven-high, They are all fulfilled in you. I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies, Give me your stars to hold.

Sara Teasdale, “Peace”

[poutmouthomaha]

Moonlight // Sara Teasdale

It will not hurt me when I am old.      A running tide where moonlight burned           Will not sting me like silver snakes; The years will make me sad and cold,           It is the happy heart that breaks. The heart asks more than life can give,      When that is learned, then all is learned;           The waves break fold on jewelled fold, But beauty itself is fugitive           It will not hurt me when I am old.

[suriago]

Four Winds (poem fragment)

‪When thou art more cruel than he,‬ ‪Then will Love be kind to thee.‬ -Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

[elizabethsstudio]

Swipe to see process video! #illustration #drawing #art #train #digitalart #procreate #ipadpro #sarateasdale #poem #snow #elizabethsillustration #ilustracion #tren #nieve https://www.instagram.com/p/ByNBK1KCTzd/?igshid=1unxvu13l1p2h

[nudeartpluspoetry]

"Peace," by Sara Teasdale