Sara Teasdale

(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
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  • Birgitta Heikka (5/4/2014 8:27:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. I think perhaps the 2nd line of the second verse, should have read “Let me find death than stay” instead of “Let me find death and stay.” (Report) Reply

  • Birgitta Heikka (5/4/2014 8:27:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. I think perhaps the 2nd line of the second verse, should have read “Let me find death than stay” instead of “Let me find death and stay.” (Report) Reply

  • Stephen W (5/4/2014 3:21:00 AM)

    Those who thank the writer of this poem should note that she died in 1933. (Report) Reply

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

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

  • 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 (Report) Reply

  • 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 (Report) Reply

  • 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. (Report) Reply

  • 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 (Report) Reply

  • 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. (Report) Reply

  • 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. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Pruchnicki (5/4/2011 3:13:00 PM)

    A truly delightful nugget of a poem! Never mind the nay-sayers & long-winded comments by the la-de-da critic who mostly uses outdated language to express himself! (Report) Reply

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