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Sara Teasdale 2

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An informative timeline of Sara Teasdale's works, along with analysis upon her life and its influence on her poetry Sara Teasdale Timeline 1911 1914 1915 1920 1923 The Kiss

I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had. The Kiss

Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain—
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again?

I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
They surged about me singing of the south—
I turned my head away to keep still holy
Your kiss upon my mouth.

And swift sweet rains of shining April weather
Found not my lips where living kisses are;
I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
As rain puts out a star.

I am my love's and he is mine forever,
Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore—
Think you that I could let a beggar enter
Where a king stood before? There will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone. Central Park at Dusk

Buildings above the leafless trees
Loom high as castles in a dream,
While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the twilight with a gleam.

There is no sign of leaf or bud,
A hush is over everything--
Silent as women wait for love,
The world is waiting for the spring. 1931-1933 - The Look

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day. I am not Yours

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind. I Shall Not Care

When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now. Moon’s Ending

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
In the dawn clouds flying,
How good to go, light into light, and still
Giving light, dying. Between years of 1911-1914 she was courted by several men, including poet Vachel Lindsay.
Lindsay was absolutely in love with her but couldn't provide enough money or stability to keep her satisfied

In December of 1914, Sara married Ernst Filsinger, a business man who traveled frequently. He was an admirer of her poetry for a number of years. Both poems, called "The Kiss" display her diversity in writing. She shows two conflicting emotions (joy, despair) in regards to the same simple act: a kiss. This was the first of two poems, both named "The Kiss" Teasdale's second collection of poems was published in 1911. It was praised for the lyrical mastery and romantic subject matter In 1915 her 3rd collection was published and was a bestseller.
In 1916 she and her husband moved to NYC on Central Park West
In 1918 her collection "Love Songs" won three distinguished awards:
-Columbia University Poetry Society prize
-The Pulitzer Prize for poetry ever awarded
-Annual prize of the Poetry Society of America "Last Prelude" was written on the anniversary of her marriage.
"I am not Yours" was published the month after her marriage. Filsinger was away on business frequently, causing loneliness. This loneliness is depicted in her poetry. "There will Come Soft Rains" was set during WWI

Teasdale imagines nature reclaiming a battlefield after a fight

Shows her views on death and war Sara Teasdale spent all of her adult life in New York City, except for the three months she spend interstate Teasdale moved interstate in 1929, satisfying the criteria for a divorce
-Only told Filsinger after lawyers insisted
-Filsinger was shocked and surprised

After her divorce, she returned to NYC where she lived two blocks away from her old home

She rekindled friendship with Lindsay who was married and had children

Lindsay committed suicide in 1931

Teasdale committed suicide in 1933 by overdosing on sleeping pills in a filled bath On Lindsay's death:
"To me it was a tragedy, for he was one of the half dozen people who meant anything real to me."
-Sara Teasdale The Kiss (1911)

I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had. "It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise."
-Sara Teasdale "When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth."
-S.T "I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy. "
-Sara Teasdale "I shall make the most of all that comes: And the least of all that goes”
-S.T “Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.”
-Sara Teasdale “Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?”
-S.T "Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break."
-S.T Complete list of works: American Poetry, 1922 A Miscellany (as Contributor)

Flame and Shadow (as Author)

Helen of Troy and Other Poems (as Author)

Love Songs (as Author)

Rivers to the Sea (as Author) 147 total poems *Romanticism (Romantic Subject Matter)
*Rhyme Scheme *Classical Form (Rhyme Scheme instead of free form) *Rhyme Scheme
*Natural Imagery
*Romantic Subject Matter *Romantic Subject Matter
*Rhyme Scheme I am not yours, not lost in you

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.


You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.


Oh plunge me deep in love-- put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in the rushing wind. I am not Yours Analysis - I am not Yours tells of a woman with a man in love with her
- She does not love him, though she tries
- She is torn between him and her own identity
- Central tension is found in the opportunity cost of falling in love: she will lose her identity Plunge 1. to thrust or throw into
2. to drop steeply
3. to dash violently/with great speed
4. begin with vigor
5. cause to be immersed
6. fall abruptly
7. immerse briefly
8. engross fully Senses 1. faculties of the body (see, smell, touch, etc.)
2. any special capacity for perception (i.e. a sense of self) - losing her sense of self in love - Quatrain
- Iambic Quartameter
- Simple Style "Simply stated thoughts are complex and reverberate in the mind."

-Reviewer J. Overmeyer on Teasdale's work Overview (cc) image by nuonsolarteam on Flickr Style Speaker - Sara Teasdale

- Poem published 1915
- Suitors 1911- 1914 Tone - conflicted

- torn

- fearful Alliteration/ Assonance - soft alliteration

-examples of alliteration Repetition - Emphasis
- Yet I am I
- Lost as a light in light Word Choice - "simple yet complex"
- ambiguity If this shall be the last time
The melody flies upward
With its rush of sparks in flight,
Let me go up with it in fire and laughter,
Or let me drown if need be
Lost in the swirl of light.
The violins are tuning, whimpering, catching thunder,
From the suppressed dark agony of viols—
Once more let heaven clutch me, plunge me under
Miles on uncounted miles
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