It was commissioned for, and premiered by, Concert Choir. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be. It is one to me that they come or go If I have myself and the drive of my will, And strength to climb on a summer night And watch the stars swarm over the hill. I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent, Watching the future come and the present go— And the little shifting pictures of people rushing In tiny self-importance to and fro. Poet Teasdale used traditional poetic forms to show her own attitudes towards love, beauty and solitude. It was well received by critics, who praised its lyrical mastery and romantic subject matter. 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.
Let them think I love them more than I do, Let them think I care, though I go alone, If it lifts their pride, what is it to me Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone? A lizard lifts his head and listens — Kiss me before the noon goes by, Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me From the great black vulture circling the sky. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. Humans are not the be all, and end all, of the Earth. In Chicago, Sarah found support for her works due to the acquaintance with a magazine of Poetry of Harriet Monroe. Sara Teasdale suffered from painful incredulity. In 2010, Teasdale's works were for the first time published in Italy, translated by Silvio Raffo.
Only in sleep Time is forgotten — What may have come to them, who can know? The kings they came from out the south, All dressed in ermine fine; They bore Him gold and chrysoprase, And gifts of precious wine. This poem is in stark contrast to her love filled, romantically inclined poems that talk about beauty. She rekindled her friendship with Vachel Lindsay, who was by this time married with children. In New York Sara survived the divorce from the husband and lived alone 4 years. She was married in 1914 and moved with her husband to New York in 1916. Sara always had a reserve of medicines with her.
She refers back to the robins, sparrows, frogs and all the natural elements she has mentioned, saying that none of them will ever know if there is a war on. In 1933, she died by suicide, overdosing on sleeping pills. Each couple rhymes with corresponding end sounds. Biography of Sara Teasdale On the 8th of August, 1884, in the town Saint-Louis, Missouri, a future poetess, Sara Trevor Teasdale was born. The works of the poetess are admired by people all over the world.
The Teasdale family lived at 3668 Lindell Blvd. If there is any life when death is over, These tawny beaches will know much of me, I shall come back, as constant and as changeful As the unchanging, many-colored sea. In this moment there will also be birds overhead. But though the pool is safe from storm And from the tide has found surcease, It grows more bitter than the sea, For all its peace. Your eyes drink of me, Love makes them shine, Your eyes that lean So close to mine. Another poem that makes Sara Teasdale very popular is the poem I Shall Not Care.
The caregiver found a poetess too late. Post-divorce, Teasdale remained in New York City, living only two blocks away from her old home on Central Park West. Family Friend Poems has made every effort to respect copyright laws with respect to the poems posted here. If you have forgotten water lilies floating On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade, If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance, Then you can return and not be afraid. From 1911 to 1914 Teasdale was courted by several men, including the poet , who was truly in love with her but did not feel that he could provide enough money or stability to keep her satisfied. Her first collection of poems, Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems, was published that same year. I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies, — You are my deepening skies, Give me your stars to hold.
In the second half of this poem the speaker turns to the main point. However, the poem only shows how much she yearns to be loved, and how hurt she is by the lack of affection towards her. All her life, the fear to became a stroke victim, was haunting her. I met the other, whose love was given With never a kiss and scarcely a word - Oh, it was then the terror took me Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred. Above his roof the swallows, In notes like far-blown rain, Will tell the little sparrow Beside his window-pane.
Teasdale's third poetry collection, Rivers to the Sea, was published in 1915 and was a best seller, being reprinted several times. The hour went by, we rose and turned to go, The somber street received us from the glare, And once more on your shoulders fell the snow. Teasdale's major themes were love, nature's beauty, and death, and her poems were much loved during the early 20th century. I thought I had forgotten, But it all came back again To-night with the first spring thunder In a rush of rain. Filsinger's constant business travel caused Teasdale much loneliness. The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild — Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child? Braithwaite expressing her loneliness can be accessed at the Berg Collection. He has also acknowledged her influence in his orchestral work Rivers to the Sea.