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The Answer

The Answer
When I go back to earth
And all my joyous body
Puts off the red and white
That once had been so proud,
If men should pass above
With false and feeble pity,
My dust will find a voice
To answer them aloud:
"Be still, I am content,
Take back your poor compassion --
Joy was a flame in me
Too steady to destroy.
Lithe as a bending reed
Loving the storm that sways her --
I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy."

Pierrot

Pierrot
Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,
And on his lute he fashions
A fragile silver tune.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
He thinks he plays for me,
But I am quite forgotten
Under the cherry tree.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
And all the roses know
That Pierrot loves his music, --
But I love Pierrot.

Redbirds

Redbirds
Redbirds, redbirds,
Long and long ago,
What a honey-call you had
In hills I used to know;
Redbud, buckberry,
Wild plum-tree
And proud river sweeping
Southward to the sea,
Brown and gold in the sun
Sparkling far below,
Trailing stately round her bluffs
Where the poplars grow --
Redbirds, redbirds,
Are you singing still
As you sang one May day
On Saxton's Hill?

I Thought of You

"I Thought of You"
I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.
Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

The Years

The Years
To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me --
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive, shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart --
Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.

Buried Love

Buried Love
I have come to bury Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.
I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet.
I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.
I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.
I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow, --
But oh, I shall cry at night
When none will know.

Gray Eyes

Gray Eyes
It was April when you came
The first time to me,
And my first look in your eyes
Was like my first look at the sea.
We have been together
Four Aprils now
Watching for the green
On the swaying willow bough;
Yet whenever I turn
To your gray eyes over me,
It is as though I looked
For the first time at the sea.

What Do I Care?

"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.
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.

Dew

Dew
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.

The Look

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.
Spoken poem: “There Will Come Soft Rains” by Sara Teasdale
Poetry Out Loud 2012 NJ State Finals: Sarah Finnan performs "Barter"
Stars - Esenvalds (World Premiere Performance) - Salt Lake Vocal Artists
Fine Poetry - Poems Of Sara Teasdale
Barter by Sara Teasdale
Child, child (Sara Teasdale) | Atmospheric Choral Music | composed by Michał Ziółkowski
Sara Teasdale Biography and Style
Love and Death | A Poem by Sara Teasdale
Faces. Poem by Sara Teasdale
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Five Poems of Sara Teasdale Official Music Video (Live Recording) Karin Dahlberg Soprano
🔵 The Kiss Poem by Sara Teasdale - Summary Analysis Reading - The Kiss by Sara Teasdale
🔵 After Love Poem by Sara Teasdale - Summary Analysis Reading - After Love by Sara Teasdale
After Love - Sara Teasdale | Eternal Poems
Since There Is No Escape - Sarah Teasdale
Sara Teasdale -- There Will Come Soft Rain Analysis
Barter Poem By Sara Teasdale
SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by Sara Teasdale (narrated by Simon Howard)
The Kiss a Poem By Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale - I Am Not Yours (audio with text)
'There Will Come Soft Rains' - a poem by Sara Teasdale
🔵 Because Poem by Sarah Teasdale - Summary Analysis - Because by Sarah Teasdale
Anadyomene by Sara Teasdale
The Kiss by Sara Teasdale
Alchemy by Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale - Enough (audio with text)
There Will Come Soft Rains (1918 Sara Teasdale + Ray Bradbury)
To An Aeolian Harp by Sara Teasdale
Tides written by Sara Teasdale
🔵 Sara Teasdale - I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale - Analysis Reading Explanation - I Am Not Yours
“Stars I Shall Find,” music by Audrey Snyder, poem by Sara Teasdale
To A Picture Of Eleanor Duse by Sara Teasdale
I Am Not Yours: David N. Childs and Sara Teasdale - The University of Texas Women's Chorus
The Haunting Look: Three Kisses, One Lingering Gaze | A Romantic Poetry #shorts
"Christmas Carol" by Sara Teasdale, recited by The Wordman
"It Will Not Change" by Sara Teasdale, recited by The Wordman
Spring in War-Time - a poem by Sara Teasdale (Life Changing Words)
The Star by Sara Teasdale
There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale
Dreams By Sara Teasdale , 1918 Pulitzer Prize Winner. BEAUTIFUL POETRY #poem #poetry #Shorts
Like Barley Bending by Sara Teasdale
"After Love" by Sara Teasdale, recited by The Wordman
Stars by Sara Teasdale
Let it be Forgotten by Sara Teasdale
Dusk in June- Four Lyrics of Sara Teasdale, by Phyllis Zimmerman
Life has loveliness to sell, Four Lyrics of Sara Teasdale, by Phyllis Zimmerman
Winter Stars - a poem by Sara Teasdale (Life Changing Words)
Winter Stars by Sara Teasdale
Night In Arizona by Sara Teasdale

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