Teasdale makes it look so easy. Her poems are so simple on the surface, but they reverberate down the years.

Good poems.

Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.
This is a perfect collection, a torrent of intrepid verse. Teasdale approaches classic themes and but instead of deference offers a Modernist reappraisal: a welcome homage, at least to this reader. The poems detail loss and regret, they don't dwell on

"Is every one so lonely when he dies?"

Sara Teasdale, with her sharp, sparkling lyricism and piercing passion, has become one of my favorite poets!

“Yet I have felt what thing it is to know
One thought forever, sleeping or awake;
To say one name whose sweetness grows so strange
That it might work a spell on those who weep;
To feel the weig

I have arranged my takeaway thoughts on this poem into a haiku:

"Bitter is what's left
To the living tools who thrive
In roles they're trapped in."

I loved some of the poems in here a lot. The title poem, for example, with lines like, "Lo, I shall live to conquer Greece again!", and Guenevere, "All this grows bitter that was once so sweet,/And many mouths must drain the dregs of it./But none will pity me, nor pity him/Whom Love so lashed, and w

Fourth one. A romping time as this was apparently one of the very first ones put out. I very much likes all the first person pov poems honestly. There's so much depth and completely division of who is who and how they act and felt and I adored this book as well.

When anyone reads this book he will see the beauty of love but will suffer from the aches of the heart break that each poem carries underneath its skin.

The subjects that Sara chose to lay down her feelings on papers; reminds me so much of John Keats's.

Amazing how those two turned their sufferings in