The Poetry of Sara Teasdale |
The Poetry of Sara Teasdale: Flame and ShadowSara Teasdale never stopped dreaming of a greater poetry, beyond anything she had ever done. I should be glad of loneliness And she knew the price to be paid for it: When I am dying, let me know That commitment to her art is the ultimate source both of her life and her poetry. |
The Poetry of Sara Teasdale: Love SongsSara Teasdale - the winner of one of the earliest Pulitzer Prizes for poetry, winner of the Poetry Society of America prize, and other honors - believed passionately in the power and beauty of love. Yet in her own life, love was not enough; she died by her own hand after a long illness. The man she may have loved more than any other, the poet Vachel Lindsay, had killed himself two years earlier. Teasdale's poetry ranges from utter joy to deep loneliness. She expresses herself with utter simplicity: Slowly over the earth She can be wonderfully playful, telling a thrush to go call her lover: When he harkens what you say Her soul valued beauty and love above all else: Oh, let me love with all my strength Like many of America's women poets, she is rather on the back shelf these days, but she deserves better. Enjoy this reading of her poetry! |