Sara Teasdale was born 8 August 1884, and died 29 January 1933
- It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
- You will recognise your own path when you come upon it because you will suddenly have all the energy and imagination you will ever need.
- I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
- No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
- Though I know he loves me, tonight 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.
- Call him wise whose actions, words, and steps are all a clear because to a clear why.
- Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
- 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.
- I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
Teasdale was an American lyrical poet. Her poetry encapsulated a woman’s changing perspectives on beauty, love, and death.
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