My theory is that poems are written because of a state of emotional irritation. It may be present for some time before the poet is conscious of what is tormenting him. The emotional irritation springs, probably, from subconscious combinations of partly forgotten thoughts and feelings. Coming together, like electrical currents in a thunder storm, they produce a poem. ... the poem is written to free the poet from an emotional burden.
I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one. - Sara Teasdale
I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
- Sara Teasdale
What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go. - Sara Teasdale
What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain. - Sara Teasdale
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise. - Sara Teasdale
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth. - Sara Teasdale
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
Only by love is life made real. - Sara Teasdale
Only by love is life made real.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we wer… - Sara Teasdale
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we wer…
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 fi… - Sara Teasdale
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 fi…
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far - Sara Teasdale
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far
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