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No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

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
Quite
Women
Possessing
Possessed
Memorable
Friendship
Worth

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What we have never had, remains It is the things we have that go.
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My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
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Make songs for Death as you would sing to Love -But you will not assuage him. He aloneOf all the gods will take no gifts from men.
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Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.
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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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Oh Earth, you gave me all I have, I love you, I love you, - oh what have IThat I can give you in return - Except my body after I die?
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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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Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
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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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Life has loveliness to sell, / Music like a curve of gold, / Scent of pine trees in the rain, / Eyes that love you, arms that hold, / And for your spirit's still delight, / Holy thoughts that star the night.
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One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.
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Love said, Wake still and think of me, Sleep, Close your eyes till break of day, But Dreams came by and smilingly Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.
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Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
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The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.
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And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.
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My heart is a garden tired with autumn.
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Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?
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Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.
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It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakesThe years will make me sad and cold, It is the happy heart that breaks.
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Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
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