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(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

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"The Dreams of My Heart"

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;

If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002


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  • Joeline Rayment (5/7/2013 12:46:00 AM)

    Yes. Brilliant, poignant, strong and full of simple feeling. I really like this.
    Thankyou Sarah.

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  • Meshack Bankole (5/4/2013 1:07:00 AM)

    Simple & revealing! Thanks Sarah

  • Walterrean Salley (5/5/2012 2:24:00 PM)

    An interesting little poem - finely written, and a pleasure to read.

  • Kevin Patrick (5/4/2012 7:40:00 PM)

    It might be about dementia and the ability to forget the order of the pass, if we loose the single happy moments of our childhood and innocent’s death seems preferable then a life without the innocent convictions. Beautiful work

  • Manonton Dalan (5/4/2012 1:04:00 PM)

    i wonder what has driven this great poet to not forget her chikdhood.
    maybe life after childhood is not so pleasing. just a thought

  • Carlos Echeverria (5/4/2012 10:25:00 AM)

    I would agree with Mr. Craddock's interpretation If Teasdale had written AS A CHILD, instead of FROM A CHILD''...I guess I'm applying the critical rigour demanded by Mr. Straw...therefore, to me, Teasdale's DEEP SOLACE OF SONG is the memory of pure, innoncent love.

  • Ava Anderson (5/4/2012 8:45:00 AM)

    so much talk of love today but a good poem but I've heard it at least 9 times today and I've only been in school for 55 minutes so much love my bf my bff but mostly my boyfriend so ya

  • Vlad Alucard (5/4/2011 8:11:00 PM)

    Is that trite like in beef trite? I think beef trite is delicious, and the poem is good too. I guess if you don't think this should be poem of the day you can start your own website.

    The management. Not.

  • Claudia Krizay (5/4/2011 5:56:00 PM)

    I agree with Kevin Straw- this poem makes no sense- trite as ever- Why anyone would pick this poem to be poem of the day is beyond me.

  • Juan Olivarez (5/4/2011 4:29:00 PM)

    A whole three days, must be some kinda record.

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