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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.

Sara Teasdale

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Sara Teasdale
Age: 48 †
Born: 1884
Born: August 8
Died: 1933
Died: January 29
Poet
Writer
St. Louis
Missouri
Sara Teasdale Filsinger
Sara Trevor Teasdale
Eye
Calm
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Honesty
Truth
Youth
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Wise
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Wisdom
Life
Eyes
Coldly
Taken
Exchange
Age
Grown

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And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.
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It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.
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The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.
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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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Faults They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before,-- Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more.
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The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.
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Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer.
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My heart is a garden tired with autumn.
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I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
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But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.
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I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful when rain bends down the bough And I shall be more silent and cold hearted than you are now.
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Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
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I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
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What we have never had, remains It is the things we have that go.
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The roofs are shining from the rain, The sparrows twitter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go by. Yet the back yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree- I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me.
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Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.
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