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Only by love is life made real.
Sara Teasdale
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Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
Sara Teasdale
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The poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think while he is reading. But the thinking will come afterwards.
Sara Teasdale
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I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.
Sara Teasdale
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The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.
Sara Teasdale
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My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.
Sara Teasdale
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Places I love come back to me like music, Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.
Sara Teasdale
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One by one, like leaves from a tree, All my faiths have forsaken me.
Sara Teasdale
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Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.
Sara Teasdale
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No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
Sara Teasdale
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Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me
Sara Teasdale
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For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold.
Sara Teasdale
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A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.
Sara Teasdale
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From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.
Sara Teasdale
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As dew leaves the cobweb lightly Threaded with stars, Scattering jewels on the fence And the pasture bars; As dawn leaves the dry grass bright And the tangled weeds Bearing a rainbow gem On each of their seeds; So has your love, my lover, Fresh as the dawn, Made me a shining road To travel on, Set every common sight Of tree or stone Delicately alight For me alone.
Sara Teasdale
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Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still. Giving light, dying.
Sara Teasdale
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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 As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea -- We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.
Sara Teasdale
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Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
Sara Teasdale
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The roofs are shining from the rain, The sparrows twitter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go by. Yet the back yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree- I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me.
Sara Teasdale
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Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.
Sara Teasdale
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Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
Sara Teasdale
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I try to catch at many a tuneLike petals of light fallen from the moon,Broken and bright on a dark lagoon,But they float away - for who can holdYouth, or perfume or the moon's gold?
Sara Teasdale
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Faults 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.
Sara Teasdale
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When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
Sara Teasdale
