Quotes by Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

Rain

Song

Spring

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

Spring

Waiting

World

Ah, Aphrodite, if I sing no moreTo thee, God’s daughter, powerful as God,It is that thou hast made my life too sweetTo hold the added sweetness of a song.There is a quiet at the heart of love,And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

Daughter

Pain

Song

All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.

Heart

Moon

Sunset

And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.

Ecstasy

Giving

Gratitude

As dew leaves the cobweb lightly Threaded with stars, Scattering jewels on the fence And the pasture bars; As dawn leaves the dry grass bright And the tangled weeds Bearing a rainbow gem On each of their seeds; So has your love, my lover, Fresh as the dawn, Made me a shining road To travel on, Set every common sight Of tree or stone Delicately alight For me alone.

Sight

Stars

Weed

As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Float in the garden when no wind blows, Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows; So the old tunes float in my mind, And go from me leaving no trace behind, Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.

Blow

Garden

Music

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

Bad Relationship

Beauty

Heart

But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven’s wall.

Heaven

Littles

Wall

But what do I care, for love will be over so soon, Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by, For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent, It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

Love

Song

Strong

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Ache

Action

Age

Animal

April

Arms

Autumn

Bad Relationship

Beach

Beautiful

Beauty

Being True

Blessed

Blow

Body

Brave

Broken

Broken Heart

Cheer

Clouds

Come Back To Me

Cry

Dark

Darkness

Daughter

Death

Done

Dream

Ecstasy

Emotional

Empty

Eye

Faith

Faithless

Fall

Faults

Fire

Flames

Flower

Flying

Forever

Forsaken

Friendship

Garden

Gay

Given

Giving

Gods Will

Gratitude

Grief

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Quotes by Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

Ah, Aphrodite, if I sing no moreTo thee, God’s daughter, powerful as God,It is that thou hast made my life too sweetTo hold the added sweetness of a song.There is a quiet at the heart of love,And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.

And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.

As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Float in the garden when no wind blows, Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows; So the old tunes float in my mind, And go from me leaving no trace behind, Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven’s wall.

But what do I care, for love will be over so soon, Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by, For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent, It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

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