Poetic Openings : Sara Teasdale to Sara Teasdale
Poet : Sara Teasdale :
Poem : Like Barley Bending :
First Line : Like barley bending
Poet : Sara Teasdale :
Poem : Longing :
First Line : I am not sorry for my soul
Poet : Sara Teasdale :
Poem : Lost Things :
First Line : Oh, I could let the world go by,
Poet : Sara Teasdale :
Poem : Love And Death :
First Line : Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
Poet : Sara Teasdale :
Poem : Love In Autumn :
First Line : I sought among the drifting leaves,
Poet : Sara Teasdale :
Poem : Love Me :
First Line : Brown-thrush singing all day long
Poet : Sara Teasdale :
Poem : Love-free :
First Line : I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,
Poet : Sara Teasdale :
Poem : Lovely Chance :
First Line : O lovely chance, what can I do
Poet : Sara Teasdale :
Poem : Madeira From The Sea :
First Line : Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges
Poet : Sara Teasdale :
Poem : Marianna Alcoforando :
First Line : (The Portuguese Nun—1640-1723)
