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Sara Teasdale's warm yet reverent poem about the nativity is accompanied by Dale Gottlieb's bold, bright pictures. A perfect introduction to Christmas for the youngest child. Full color. ... Read more

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General Books publication date: 2009Original publication date: 1917Original Publisher: Houghton MifflinSubjects: Love poetryLove poetry, EnglishLove poetry, AmericanHistory / GeneralLiterary Collections / GeneralMusic / Genres ... Read more

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1930. Teasdale's work has always been characterized by its simplicity and clarity, her use of classical forms, and her passionate and romantic subject matter. In 1918, she won the Columbia University Poetry Society Prize (which became the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry) and the Poetry Society of America Prize for Love Songs. She later committed suicide. Her collection of poems, Dark of the Moon, is considered one of her major works. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing. ... Read more

Customer Reviews (2)

Haunting Poetry
I first bought this book many years ago.Her poetry is haunting and filled with images of the sea and nature. I especially loved
"The Flight" about two eagles who when one died, the other followed.Such a beautiful poet to die so young."Appraisal" was also another of my favorites in this book.I wonder why I have heard of Plath and e.e cummings but had never heard of Teasdale.

Dark but lovely "Moon"
In the early twentieth-century, Sara Teasdale was something of an oddity: A poet who wrote like a Victorian, but who hadn't been eclipsed by free verse. In her sixth volume, Teasdale had smoothed out some of the flaws from her verse, but the tone is still romantic, wistful and ethereal.

The main theme of Teasdale's poetry is: love. The majority of her life's work centered on romance, even if it was restricted only to one adoring line per poem. She name-drops Deirdre, Helen, and especially Iseult as "those that love the most," and focuses on unnamed lovers whom she worships completely.

All is not the same, though -- the passion and intensity of her earlier poems have waned in favor of a quieter romantic sense, since Teasdale was increasingly disappointed in love. Quite a few of the poems are more introspective, musing on what would happen if she gave up poetry, or contemplations of nature and its beauty.

One poem near the end of the book is poignantly ironic, where Teasdale announces that "I shall live to be old, who feared I should die young." Since she committed suicide only seven years later, the final line ("... to envy sometimes the way of the early dead") seems sadder and more prophetic, as does her ponderings on a statue of a deceased nun. Not to mention that most legendary lovers she mentions met an untimely end.

At the same time, Teasdale's poetry has become less like a lovestruck teenager's, and more like a mature, sorrowful woman. There's an autumnal quality to "Dark of the Moon," with its references to falling leaves, empty beaches and "the great rain of moonlight pouring down." She also relied less on rhyme and meter, and focused more on words.

The idealistic romance and lyrical beauty that Teasdale did are alive in "Dark of the Moon," though the passion had definitely waned. Still, the autumnal beauty of her poetry is all the more striking. ... Read more

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Reprint compilation of two works: Love Songs, and Rivers to the Sea, by American poet Sara Teasdale. ... Read more

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This collection has been develop and optimized for use on the Kindle, Windows Mobile, Blackberry, Palm, Symbian and other devices including your PC. It includes a hypertext Table of Contents for each title making it very easy to navigate the author and the works included. It has also been compressed so it takes up the least space possible on your computer or mobile device.

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Blue Squills

How many million Aprils came Before I ever knew How white a cherry bough could be, A bed of squills, how blue!

And many a dancing April When life is done with me, Will lift the blue flame of the flower And the white flame of the tree.

Oh burn me with your beauty, then, Oh hurt me, tree and flower, Lest in the end death try to take Even this glistening hour.

O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees, O sunlit white and blue, Wound me, that I, through endless sleep, May bear the scar of you.



Stars

Alone in the night On a dark hill With pines around me Spicy and still,

And a heaven full of stars Over my head, White and topaz And misty red;

Myriads with beating Hearts of fire That aeons Cannot vex or tire;

Up the dome of heaven Like a great hill, I watch them marching Stately and still,

And I know that I Am honored to be Witness Of so much majesty.



"What Do I Care?"

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire, I am an answer, they are only a call.


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