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Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) was an American lyric poet known for her elegant, emotionally expressive poetry that often focused on love, beauty, and death. Her collection "Love Songs" won the first Columbia University Poetry Society Prize (later known as the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry) in 1918. Teasdale's other notable works include "Rivers to the Sea" and "Flame and Shadow," which further showcased her delicate yet poignant style. Despite her literary success, Teasdale's life ended tragically when she took her own life in 1933.
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SPRING NIGHT THE park is filled with night and fog, The veils are drawn about the world, The drowsy lights along the paths Are dim and pearled. Gold and gleaming the empty streets, Gold and gleaming the misty lake, The mirrored lights like sunken swords, Glimmer and shake. Oh, is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me? My throat...
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Memories II Places Old Tunes "Only in Sleep" Redbirds Sunset: St. Louis The Coin The Voice III Day and Night Compensation I Remembered "Oh You Are Coming" The Return Gray Eyes The Net The Mystery In a Hospital IV Open Windows The New Moon Eight O'Clock Lost Things Pain The Broken Field The Unseen A Prayer V...
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Barter Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still...
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Helen of Troy Wild flight on flight against the fading dawnThe flames' red wings soar upward duskily.This is the funeral pyre and Troy is deadThat sparkled so the day I saw it first,And darkened slowly after. I am sheWho loves all beauty—yet I wither it.Why have the high gods made me wreak their wrath—Forever since my maidenhood to sowSorrow and blood about me? Lo, they keepTheir bitter care...
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