Sara Teasdale, from "May Night" in Rivers to the Sea
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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, from “A November Night”
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Sara Teasdale, from “The Kiss”, The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale
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I Am Not Yours
by Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
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RAINBOW GOLD
Poems old and new selected for boys and girls by Sara Teasdale
New York
The MacMillan Company
1926
Source : archive.org
Artist : Dugald Walter
The Cloud
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favourite poems of november
jesse patrick ferguson mama
a.e. stallings momentary
nate klug squirrels
fady joudah tell life
joyelle mcsweeney percussion grenade: "dear fi jae 2 (ms. merongrongrong)"
thomas james letters to a stranger: "mummy of a lady named jumtesonekh"
mukoma wa ngugi logotherapy: "i swear i see skulls coming"
kim hyesoon mama's expansion (tr. don mee choi)
nikki giovanni my house: "mothers"
harmony holiday gazelle lost in watts
calvin forbes mama said
marianne chan all heathens: "momotaro in the philippines"
richard speakes mama loves janis joplin
sara teasdale a november night
tyrone williams adventures of pi: "mama's boy"
reynolds price rescue
mary moore easter mama said...
frank stanford you: "faith, dogma, and heresy"
elinor wylie full moon
melissa johnson cancer voodoo: "mama's hair"
noor hindi breaking [news]
kemi alabi a financial planner asks about my goals, or golden shovel with cardi b's "money"
franny choi perihelion: a history of touch (this is one of my favourites)
james k. baxter selected poems: "wild bees"
kevin prufer black woods
evan kennedy the sissies: "(the) abashed"
jacob polley the house that jack built
primus st. john communion: poems 1976-1998: "after that"
frank stanford you: "freedom, revolt, and love"
monika sok bodhisattvas at the beach in november
kofi
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Winter Dusk
I watch the great clear twilight
Veiling the ice-bowed trees;
Their branches tinkle faintly
With crystal melodies.
by Sara Teasdale
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Sara Teasdale star poems my beloved (saw my first meteor that day in November and thought it should be commemorated)
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Kelvin au lore whatever whatever
The sotf fandom on tumblr is so dead like it’s literally nonexistent and it makes me sad
Ty @mothercain for the sexy song that is definitely 100% not about cannibalism that I can use for a drawing about a game that is also 100% not about cannibalism
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But we bring April with us, you and I;
We set the whole world on the trail of spring.
Sara Teasdale, from “A November Night”
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I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.
Alone, Sara Teasdale
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Sara Teasdale, from "Sappho", The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale
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