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Biography of Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 - January 29, 1933), was an American lyrical poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri.

Sara's major themes were love, nature's beauty, and death, and her poems were much loved during the early 20th century. In 1918 she won the Columbia University Poetry Society prize (the forerunner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry) and the annual prize of the Poetry Society of America for her volume, Love Songs. Her style and lyricism are well illustrated in her poem, Spring Night (1915), from that collection.

Throughout her life, Sara suffered poor health and it was not until she was nine that she was judged healthy enough to begin school - a private school for children just one block away from her home. In 1898 she attended Mary Institute, and the following year she enrolled in Hosmer Hall, from which she graduated in 1903. Her influences included the actress Duse, whom she never saw perform, the British poet Christina Rossetti, and numerous trips to Europe, beginning in 1905.

In 1913, Sara was courted by two admirers. The poet Vachel Lindsay fell in love with her and at one point was sending her long, fantastic love letters on a daily basis. He asked her to marry him, but though she had deep feelings for Vachel, she instead married Ernst Filsinger, a businessman, in 1914. The following year they moved to New York City, which became her home for the rest of her life. Sara and Vachel remained fond but platonic friends throughout their lives, and Lindsay said that she was his life's "most inspiring, most satisfying friend." She was the inspiration for what Lindsay believed to be his greatest poem, The Chinese Nightingale.

Sara was very much a product of her Victorian upbringing, and she was never able to experience in life the passion that she expressed in her poetry. She was not happy in her marriage, and she divorced Ernst in 1929, against his wishes. Sara's health further declined. On the morning of January 29, 1933, in her New York City apartment, Sara took an overdose of sleeping pills, lay down in a warm bath, fell asleep, and never woke up again. Her last, and some say her finest, collection of verse, Strange Victory, was published posthumously that same year.

She is interred in the Bellefontaine Cemetery in St. Louis.


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49 Poems written by Sara Teasdale

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First LineComments
All that could never be said, Comments and analysis of In The End by Sara Teasdale 1 Comment
Come, when the pale moon like a petal Comments and analysis of Come by Sara Teasdale 3 Comments
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me— Comments and analysis of Did You Never Know? by Sara Teasdale 46 Comments
Here in the teeth of this triumphant wind
How many million Aprils came Comments and analysis of Blue Squills by Sara Teasdale 1 Comment
I am alone, in spite of love, Comments and analysis of Alone by Sara Teasdale 75 Comments
I am not sorry for my soul
I am not yours, not lost in you, Comments and analysis of I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale 84 Comments
I have come to bury Love Comments and analysis of Buried Love by Sara Teasdale 70 Comments
I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
I have remembered beauty in the night, Comments and analysis of To E. by Sara Teasdale 2 Comments
I thought I had forgotten, Comments and analysis of Spring Rain by Sara Teasdale 64 Comments
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, Comments and analysis of I Thought Of You by Sara Teasdale 2 Comments
I understood the rest too well, Comments and analysis of Understanding by Sara Teasdale 1 Comment
I was a queen, and I have lost my crown;
I went back to the clanging city, Comments and analysis of The Ghost by Sara Teasdale 5 Comments
If I could have your arms tonight- Comments and analysis of Sleepless by Sara Teasdale 2 Comments
If I should see your eyes again, Comments and analysis of Jewels by Sara Teasdale 2 Comments
If you have forgotten water lilies floating Comments and analysis of Water Lilies by Sara Teasdale 2 Comments
It is enough for me by day Comments and analysis of Enough by Sara Teasdale 1 Comment
It is not a word spoken, Comments and analysis of It Is Not A Word by Sara Teasdale 3 Comments
It was April when you came Comments and analysis of Gray Eyes by Sara Teasdale 6 Comments
It will not change now Comments and analysis of It Will Not Change by Sara Teasdale 5 Comments
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Comments and analysis of Let It Be Forgotten by Sara Teasdale 52 Comments
Life has loveliness to sell, Comments and analysis of Barter by Sara Teasdale 58 Comments
Like barley bending Comments and analysis of Like Barley Bending by Sara Teasdale 3 Comments
Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing Comments and analysis of Tides by Sara Teasdale 1 Comment
My heart is heavy with many a song Comments and analysis of My Heart Is Heavy by Sara Teasdale 41 Comments
My soul lives in my body's house, Comments and analysis of Doubt by Sara Teasdale 3 Comments
Now at last I have come to see what life is, Comments and analysis of At Midnight by Sara Teasdale 4 Comments
Oh in the deep blue night Comments and analysis of The Fountain by Sara Teasdale 4 Comments
Oh you are coming, coming, coming,
Oh, because you never tried Comments and analysis of Because by Sara Teasdale 20 Comments
Oh, I have sown my love so wide Comments and analysis of After Parting by Sara Teasdale 2 Comments
Oh, there are eyes that he can see, Comments and analysis of A Cry by Sara Teasdale 28 Comments
Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, Comments and analysis of If Death Is Kind by Sara Teasdale 3 Comments
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, Comments and analysis of Love And Death by Sara Teasdale 3 Comments
The April night is still and sweet Comments and analysis of But Not To Me by Sara Teasdale 3 Comments
The moon is a curving flower of gold, Comments and analysis of Tonight by Sara Teasdale 2 Comments
There is no magic any more, Comments and analysis of After Love by Sara Teasdale 57 Comments
There never was a mood of mine, Comments and analysis of I Remembered by Sara Teasdale 7 Comments
There! See the line of lights, Comments and analysis of A November Night by Sara Teasdale 1 Comment
They came to tell your faults to me, Comments and analysis of Fault by Sara Teasdale 22 Comments
To-night I close my eyes and see Comments and analysis of The Years by Sara Teasdale 1 Comment
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, Comments and analysis of What Do I Care? by Sara Teasdale 3 Comments
What do I owe to you Comments and analysis of Debt by Sara Teasdale 2 Comments
When I went to look at what had long been hidden, Comments and analysis of Dust by Sara Teasdale 3 Comments
You took my empty dreams Comments and analysis of Houses Of Dreams by Sara Teasdale 54 Comments
Your eyes drink of me, Comments and analysis of The Mystery by Sara Teasdale 2 Comments


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