Morning Song by Sara Teasdale

Morning Song
by Sara Teasdale


A diamond of a morning
Waked me an hour too soon;
Dawn had taken in the stars
And left the faint white moon.

O white moon, you are lonely,
It is the same with me,
But we have the world to roam over,
Only the lonely are free. 


Just beautiful writing. A link to learn more is here. http://www.poemhunter.com/sarah-teasdale/biography/

Like Barley Bending by Sarah Teasdale

Like Barley Bending
by Sarah Teasdale


Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;

So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song. 


Visually I love the site of barley bending in the breeze. A link to read more is here. http://www.poemhunter.com/sarah-teasdale/

Winter Stars by Sara Teasdale

Winter Stars

BY SARA TEASDALE

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.

Wonderful rhyme. A link to read more is here. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/sara-teasdale

September Midnight by Sara Teasdale

September Midnight

BY SARA TEASDALE

Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,

Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,

Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,

       Ceaseless, insistent.   

The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,

The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence

Under a moon waning and worn, broken,

       Tired with summer.   

Let me remember you, voices of little insects,

Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,

Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,

       Snow-hushed and heavy.   

Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,

While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,

As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,

       Lest they forget them.

Wonderful September poem. A link to read more of her poetry is here. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/sara-teasdale

Advice to a girl by Sara Teasdale

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.


Wonderful poem on life. Link to read more of her poetry is here. http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/658

The Old Maid by Sara Teasdale

The Old Maid

BY SARA TEASDALE

I saw her in a Broadway car,

      The woman I might grow to be;

I felt my lover look at her

      And then turn suddenly to me.

Her hair was dull and drew no light

      And yet its color was as mine;

Her eyes were strangely like my eyes

      Tho' love had never made them shine.

Her body was a thing grown thin,

      Hungry for love that never came;

Her soul was frozen in the dark

      Unwarmed forever by love's flame.

I felt my lover look at her

      And then turn suddenly to me, —

His eyes were magic to defy

      The woman I shall never be.

I read this and it makes me smile at the ending. A link to read more is here. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/sara-teasdale

Faults by Sara Teasdale

Faults

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.

She is a favorite of mine. I enjoy the gentlness in 

her words. I like her defiance. I have included a link to read more about her life and other poems. Her poetry still feels current. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sara_Teasdale