Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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Sara Teasdale
Missouri / United States
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Friday, January 3, 2003

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Rating: 3.4

Send out the singers -- let the room be still;
They have not eased my pain nor brought me sleep.
Close out the sun, for I would have it dark
That I may feel how black the grave will be.
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Chinedu Dike 22 March 2022

Well articuated and nicely brought forth. A beautiful creation....

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 March 2022

but her poems are loveliest worded and a greatest pleasure to read. Very enjoyable

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 March 2022

A sweetest soliloquy, true fascinating, she was constantly alone, had a fragile health, but she was a very talented poetess. As most cleverest minded persons with so many illnesses, finally when the pains was unbearable, she comitted suicide

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 March 2022

Congratulations to the family of great poetess Sara Teasdale, being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day. Hoorray! 5 Stars full score and much much more

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Bonnie Collins 28 December 2007

I enjoyed this, how very sad, she loved him till her last breath, and was joyous to see the heavens above, when reaching for the sun, she realy knew how to capture the feeling of love, life and death.

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Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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Missouri / United States
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