Poetic Openings : Sara Teasdale to Sara Teasdale

Poet : Sara Teasdale : Poem : A Fantasy : First Line : Her voice is like clear water
Poet : Sara Teasdale : Poem : A Little While : First Line : A little while when I am gone
Poet : Sara Teasdale : Poem : A Maiden : First Line : Oh if I were the velvet rose
Poet : Sara Teasdale : Poem : A Minuet Of Mozart's : First Line : Across the dimly lighted room
Poet : Sara Teasdale : Poem : A November Night : First Line : There! See the line of lights,

Poet : Sara Teasdale : Poem : A Prayer : First Line : Until I lose my soul and lie
Poet : Sara Teasdale : Poem : A Song Of The Princess : First Line : The princess has her lovers,
Poet : Sara Teasdale : Poem : A Winter Bluejay : First Line : Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Poet : Sara Teasdale : Poem : A Winter Night : First Line : My window-pane is starred with frost,
Poet : Sara Teasdale : Poem : After Death : First Line : Now while my lips are living