Sara Teasdale Quotes


From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.


Citations

Teasdale, Sara. "Refuge." Love Songs, The Macmillan Company, 1917, p. 43.

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Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale
  • Born: August 8, 1884
  • Died: January 29, 1933
  • Nationality: American
  • Profession: Poet

Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914.