my name is kathleen...i never knew there are these underground fans of Sara until i started looking for books of her poetry and info of her...then i came by your website and was totally flabbergasted...i first got to know her existence when my best friend, who is a poet in her own right, gave a little poem intitled I SHALL NOT CARE...it is so direct and very emotional in its simplicity that it moved me...but i wasnt in love then...now in my 31st year with 2 bonafide heartaches in my belt and some flings that still leave abrasions in my heart and feeling put out and afraid of never finding the right person... the same best friend who gave me the poem reminded me about that poem again...and both of us just recuperating from short but fiery relationships...so she, her name is ellen, found these websites of Sara Teasdale and her poems...she sent it to me through email, i live in los angeles, she lives in minneapolis, and i was earth-shatteringly moved by her other poems of love, unrequited or lost that all i could say as i was reading it was OH MY GOD...and thought like the words you said in your website that for the first time someone knew exactly how i felt and put it in poetry...it is so hard to find her books of poetry now...but i feel as well as my best friend ellen that we will do our best to have a copy of her poetry... respectfully a fan, kat
A sleepless poetry lover, I discovered Sara Teasdale last night and read for hours. Information technology is a joy beyond belief. Sara has a new fan. Today I found your Sara Teasdale page, so this is just a thank you for sharing. The book you recommended is on my 'to-do' list. Thanks again, Donna
My name is Annie Johnson and I visited your Sara Teasdale site today. I don't expect a reply to this email because I am sure that you don't have time to respond to every one that you receive, but I would like to tell you how much I enjoyed reading the poems and your personal remarks. The stories you add about how her poems have affected your life were very touching to me, and I felt that they were applicable to my life as well. Her poetry speaks to me strongly and inspires me to look for beauty in life which we so often pass by without thought. So thank you for making that site and sharing it on the internet. The web could use more sites like yours. Sincerely, Annie Johnson
Thank you for your lovely web site........The comfort it has given me these past months is so very hard to put in writing. I am a woman who has had quite a bad time of it lately and thanks to you I found the wonderful words of Sara........thank you!
My name is August and I loved your Sara Teasdale site. I also, am a fan of her works. I am emailing you to give you a poem of hers that I noticed is not on your site. What you wish to do with this poem is of your choosing, but seeing as you are a fellow Teasdale fan, I figured you'd be interested in reading this poem.
The Look
Strephon kissed me in the spring
Robin in the Fall
Collin 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 Collin's eyes
Haunts me night and day
-Sara Teasdale
I hope you enjoyed it! :)
One of my long time favorites, August!
Thanks for your lovely web page. I like Sara Teasdale's work very much, but had never even heard of her until recently. Such are the shortcomings of a degree in Literature! I have begun a collection of poems that comfort me, and thanks to you, I have been able to add several more. Lesley
I have come across a book by Sara Teasdale and thought that you might have some interest in it. The one thing that sets this book from the rest is the signed poem attached on page 17, it is as follows:
Take heart, for now the battle is half over,
we have not shamed our sires;
Pride, the lone flag, is ravelled but still flying,
lit by the sunset fires.
It may be, with the coming- on of evening
we shall be granted unassailed repose
and what is left of dusk shall be less darkness
Than luminous air, on which the crescent glows
S.T. Mar. 23, '31
The book is also inscribed in the front with: These poems bring you love from Sarah
I am still wondering why she signs with an "h".
If you would please write back to me telling me what you think.
Thank You,
Melvin
Melvin, Sara was christened Sarah, and changed it for literary purposes, so I imagine she used her family name with friends and family.
rediscovered who is now my favorite poet. I haven't had the opportunity to
read much of her work. I am still searching out sites like your own and
hope to find more S. Teasdale books.
S. A. Stone
I loved your page...and I want to thank you for taking the time and trouble
to creating it. It obviously is a labor of love. I was looking for a poem
of Sara's when I found your web page. I fell in love with it and am
recommending it to a friend in Florida who writes poetry. She may or may not
be familiar with this poet, but if she is not, she should be. I have been a
fan of Sara Teasdale for a long long time. The simplicity of her poetry
belies the complexity and artistry in the poems. Thank you so very much. I
live in south south Texas, by the way. This website is an oasis!
Sincerely,
Francesca
I was driving home this eve. and I turned on the radio to a late night listeners show of music and poetry. The broadcaster read a poem called "The Wind" by a woman named Sara Teasdale. I was captivated and the poem spoke to me Big Time. No sooner had I arrived at home and fired up the net to look up this poet. And here I am !
I appreciate the web page you created, your personal experience with her work and the poems you chose.
It's amazing how life unfolds, how things, come to us at seemingly the right time in our life. What we need to see, hear, experience or .........................
Thank you.
Denine
I love her poetry too. Several years ago, I read one of her poems and have since collected so much poetry, there is no room in my house to put it. Anyway, I don't understand why her books (most of them) are no longer published. She is surely one of the best poets. Why? There must be a reason. You see tons of books by Emily Dickenson, but Sara Teasdale is nowhere to be found, except in places like this.
Thank you for putting this on the Web. I want to print out all I can find eventually and bind it
Just a quick e-mail to express my euphoria at having found a website dedicated to Sara Teasdale!! I can't really add anything new - my comments are merely replications of "I can't believe someone else out there feels the same way about Sara Teasdale as I do!"!! I am stunned, but absolutely thrilled. The pain she writes about could be mine, and I will be eternally grateful for having stumbled across her poetry. I think it is both wonderful and amazing that she touches a chord with male readers as well - not sure why that surprised me. I have often thought about making it a goal of mine to try and publicise her poetry so it can touch others the way it has touched me - I find it tragic that her books are so difficult to find and try to mention her to as many people as I can. Thank you so much for doing your part! -- Lauren
Like so many of your other correspondents, I am amazed to think that there are others who share my love of the poems of Sara Teasdale, especially, of course, "There will come soft rains..." And to realize that so many of them are guys. Like me!
I discovered Sara late one cold rainy December night, while curled up in a
pool of light in a corner of the sofa with an old poetry text and the bottom
half of a bottle of sherry I found under the kitchen sink. I trust she would
not disapprove.
Wonderful to meet you, everyone. Jim
It's really a beautiful site. I was touched to read the letters about how people feel about Sara's poetry. I thought I was the only person in the world who loved her work! You might be interested in how I first really became exposed to her. I'm going to copy part of a letter then attach my favorite work by her, as well as one of my own. (I'm NOT a writer...I'm an Art teacher, a watercolorist, and a first generation Beatle fan. I think you'll see how all of that comes together once you read my poem.) Susan
It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
Though half a score of years are gone,
Spring comes as sharply now as then—
But if we had it all to do
It would be done the same again.
It was a spring that never came,
But we have lived enough to know
What we have never had, remains;
It is the things we have that go.
It was a cold December eve.
His future seemed to know no bound,
When deadly shots broke frozen night
Our hero gone; our loss profound.
Fifteen years have passed since then.
His voice still rings out, ever true.
If we could turn back time we would
But frozen nights stay ever blue.
It is the promise that we’ve lost
Of songs to come from him today.
He sang the words that calmed our souls
Forever gone; the things he’d say…
I discovered your page while wandering through a search of references to Sara Teasdale. Nice to know there is another "buff" out there--I had thought I was the only fan left!
One thing I have discovered that I would like to pass along to those who might read your page is Project Gutenburg, which makes the texts of public-domain books available via the Net (I forget the address, but it is easy to find). Among their offerings are several of Sara's books, including the almost unobtainable "Sonnets To Duse". If you are not familiar with the place--do take a look. Dave
So nice to find a fellow enjoyer of Teasdale. I first fell into her
works in 7th grade with "There Will Come Soft Rains" and although her
other poems were widely different from that first taste, I have come to
love her work as a whole. I recently collected a first edition copy of
"Flame and Shadow" signed by Sara to a fellow author, which will no
doubt be treasured by me for years to come. Her work is simply so
amazing and so much more so to read about her life and what insights
that gives to her poems. Although so many are so despondant, still ones
such as "A Prayer", "The Answer", and "While I May" still have given me
some hope at times, and an understanding that life must be appreciated
while we have it to enjoy. A little ironic perhaps, given her suicide
that she would inspire me to treasure life, but in that I feel in her
debt to some degree. At any rate, there isn't nearly enough on this
poet on the web and I thank you for your contribution.
Jeff
Oh, I was so happy to see a web page on Sara Teasedale, she is my favorite
poet ever. I didn't know she won the pulitzer prize! In fact I did not know
about her except a book of poetry my mom bought at a church sale years ago,
and there I fell in love with her writings. I would always take the book in my
room and she would make me give it back. Of course I would take it again!!!!
When my mom was dying from cancer two years ago, I took care of her, I would
read
Sara from the poetry book we had until the early morning. It comforted us.
Do you have information on Sara? my daughter is in love with Sara's writings
and has chosen her for her english project. Could you send me please some
info. on Sara, such as birthdate, where she was born, and general info. like
that? I am having the hardest time finding a book before the holiday is over
!!!
I want her biography. I must special order it though, and my daughter's
report is due before then, besides, I want info. too !! Like, was she
afflicted with any disease that caused pain or was it love? That hurts too.
Thank you so much, I enjoy your web page and will visit again.
Sincerely,
Pamela
My love affair with divine Sara is a bit like yours ... I don't think
much about her for months or years. Then something happens that fans the flame
and I go nuts over her lovliness all over again. This has been going on for
who knows how long.
Would you believe that as a part of some kind of reading-encouragement
thing they had going here a few years ago, I sat at a card table in the K-Mart
reading Sara's poetry into the public address system? No doubt it was a first.
Probaby an only, too .
I shall pass along your URL to a cyber friend that I was popping off to
about Sara last night. Thank you for it. (My great favorite is "Advice to a
Girl." simply beautiful and beautifully simple..)
Clif
I have found myself strangely compelled to learn more about Sara teasdale and
how she committed suicide. I have noticed a trend among brillant writers and
suicide. It is difficult to find anything about her life, perhaps you know
of a source I have overlooked?
Her poetry is painfully haunting and i fear she has captured part of my soul
with her spirit. I do hope that you can help me to learn more about her
death. the glory of bieng a talented poet is no matter where the time line,
so long as there is a person on earth, the messages found in poetry will
transcend.
Ayndi
Hi, I read your page on Sara Teasdale and I fell in love with her poetry. I am in 5th grade and I didn't really care that much about poetry until now. For school we have to find our favorite poem and recite it. I was searching for a while when I found your page and the poetry by Sara Teasdale her poetry really touched me. All the other poems I was reading were poems I just didn't understand. Sara's way of writing seems so simple yet so beautiful. My favorite poem on your site was Let It Be Forgotten.
I am going to recite in school!
Alberto
I found your website.....it is beautiful!! I am an ancester of Sara's ,so
reading her poetry has a profound effect upon me. I look at her, and see a
bit of me.......Thank you for your tribute to her!
Keri
I first read her as a teen and like you found her words inexpressibly
lovely...and now that it has been twenty years she has proven a classic,
contrary to her own humble evaluation..
Thank you!
Jeannie
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