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There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.

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
Life
Unalterably
Inexorably
Half
Nothing
Done
Real
Things

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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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The window-lights, myriads and myriads,Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.
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One by one, like leaves from a tree, / All my faiths have forsaken me.
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And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.
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My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
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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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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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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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My heart is a garden tired with autumn.
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It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
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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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I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright, yet I am I, who long to be lost as a light is lost in light.
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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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Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
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Spend all you have for loveliness.
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I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
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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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From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.
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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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