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SARA TEASDALE  Biography of Sara Teasdale By Mary Kate Milway  Sara Teasdale was born on August 8, 1884, into a very old, established and devout family. She grew up in St. Louis, Missouri, as a shy and sensitive girl. She was home-schooled until the age of nine, when she switched to a nearby private school. In 1914 she married Ernst Fillsinger. However, by 1929 they were divorced and Sara lived the rest of her life single. Sara’s only career was poetry, and she managed to publish six books in her lifetime and one posthumously: __Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems__ (1907); __Helen of Troy and Other Poems__ (1911); __River to the Sea__ (1915); __Flame and Shadow__ (1920); __Dark of Moon__ (1926); __Stars To-night__ (1930); and __Strange Victory__ (1933). Throughout her poetic career, Sara won the “Poetry Society of America Prize for Love Songs” in 1917 and the “Pulitzer Prize” in 1918. However, as Sara grew older she slowly became psychotic and committed suicide in New York City by an overdose on medicine, January 28, 1933.

Styles and Influences of Sara Teasdale By Adam Shoulkin

 Sara Teasdale's motive to start writing, was Christina Rossetti, a very feminist poet. She was Sara's inspiration, and favorite poet. Sara based her work on Rossetti by using a confession style of writing. This is a fist person style of writing where the poems come from her point of view. For example, in the poem, Leaves, she wrote "All my faiths have forsaken me;" Sara confesses that her faiths have forsaken her and that is also the type of thing Rossetti would do. Early in Sara's career she focused on the topic nature, but layered in her thoughts about beauty, love, and death. For example, the poem leaves is about nature from a literal view, but underneath that it's really about her view on beauty. This theme of Sara did last throughout her whole career, but as she got older and more unhappy the majority of her poems became focused on death.

Sara Teasdale's Poems

Leaves One by one, like leaves from a tree All my faiths have forsaken me; But the stars above my head Burn in white and delicate red, And beneath my feet the earth Brings the sturdy grass to birth. I who was content to be But a silken-singing tree, But a rustle of delight In the wistful heart of night-- I have lost the leaves that knew Touch of rain and weight of dew. Blinded by a leafy crown I looked neither up nor down-- But the little leaves that die Have left me room to see the sky; Now for the first time I know Stars above and earth below.

February Twilight I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow.

There was no other creature That saw what I could see-- I stood and watched the evening star As long as it watched me.

Our Poems Over Then Moon  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">By Mary Kate Milway <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Over the moon the sun will sing <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">A sweet, joyful, lovely, tune. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Oceans will wash away my troubles, <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Emerald grass will grow, flowers will bloom. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Over the moon is hard to reach <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Stubborn brambles block my path  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">The beautiful glistening paradise  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Is covered by doubt's wrath. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Summer Day <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;"> By Mary Kate Milway <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Welcoming sky, assuring sun <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;"> Gently encasing my endless fun  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;"> Whispering words, lulling me to sleep  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;"> I rely on summer’s everlasting keep. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;"> Then thunder comes the skies turn gray <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;"> Rain weeps with sorrow day on day  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;"> And though I feel torn, unable to mend  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;"> I know summer is around the bend. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">The Sun <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">By Adam Shoulkin <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">The Sun is out <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">On a bright sunny day. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">It glares down on me, <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">From thousands of miles away. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">It's warmth is delightful <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">And it's burning is frightful. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Basking in the glazed heat of July. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">I look up to see a sun in the sky. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">It does not allow direct eye contact. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">For when I look at it. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">My face does contract. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Beach <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">By Adam Shoulkin <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">The beach is alive, <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">With the crashing waves  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">With all it's might it tries to pull you in. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">So in the sand your body shall thrive. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">The home of the fish is calling me in, <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">But the dark waters are deeper than my chin. <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">The people throw their trash on the ground <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">The sea is angry,  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">But makes no sound  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">We must respect the sand and the shore,  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">For if we don't  <span style="color: #008080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">The beach will be no more.

<span style="color: #470a8a; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 150%;">Bibliography <span style="color: #008080; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23px; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> "Sara Teasdale : The Poetry Foundation." //Poetry Foundation//. Web. 09 May 2011. <http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/sara-teasdale>.

<span style="color: #008080; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23px; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"> "Sara Teasdale." //Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More//. Web. 09 May 2011. <http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/658>.

<span style="color: #008080; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23px;"> "Sara Teasdale." //Dictionary of American Biography//. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1936. //Gale Biography In Context//. Web. 9 May. 2011.