Sara Teasdale Quotes

I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.

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• Only by love is life made real.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Life
  • Real
  • Love

• 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
  • World
  • Sea
  • Shining

• Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Time
  • Friend
  • Old

• 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
  • Thinking
  • Trying
  • Giving

• The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Arms
  • Tales

• My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Soul
  • Pain
  • Rain

• 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
  • Color
  • Gold
  • Wine

• Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Hours
  • Theft

• Places I love come back to me like music, Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Music
  • Places
  • Heal

• 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
  • Giving
  • Moon
  • Flying

• 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
  • Tree
  • Common
  • Lovers

• 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
  • Spring
  • Rain
  • Grace

• A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • World
  • Spring
  • Hush

• No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Possessed
  • Possessing

• 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
  • House
  • Singing
  • Spirit

• Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Spirit
  • Mastery

• One by one, like leaves from a tree, All my faiths have forsaken me.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Tree
  • Leaves
  • Faiths

• But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Heaven
  • Wall
  • Loved

• It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Heart
  • Song

• 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
  • Done
  • Made
  • Wells

• I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Make
  • Comes
  • Least

• 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
  • Life
  • Truth
  • Wisdom

• 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
  • Life
  • Children
  • Nature

• Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy

  

  Sara Teasdale
  • Men
  • Night
  • Hills