The Poetry of Sara Teasdale: Love Songs
Publisher: Freshwater Seas
Date: September 2011
Duration: 0 hours 54 minutes
Sara Teasdale - the winner of one of the earliest Pulitzer Prizes for poetry, winner of the Poetry Society of America prize, and other honors - believed passionately in the power and beauty of love, yet in her own life, love was not enough; she died by her own hand after a long illness. The man she may have loved more than any other, the poet Vachel Lindsay, killed himself two years earlier.
Her poetry ranges a full gamut from utter joy to deep loneliness. She expresses herself with utter simplicity: "Slowly over the earth/ The wings of night are falling/ My heart like the bird in the tree/ Is calling... calling... calling...." She can be wonderfully playful, telling a thrush to go call her lover: "When he harkens what you say/ Bid him, lest he miss me/ Leave his work or leave his play/ And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!" Her soul valued beauty and love above all else: "Oh, let me love with all my strength/Careless if I am loved again."
Like many of America's women poets, she is rather on the back shelf these days, but she deserves better. Enjoy this reading of her poetry!
A Freshwater Seas production.