Sara Teasdale Quotes About Spring

Quotes about: Spring

• 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 were gone.

  Sara Teasdale

  Nature, Spring, Animal

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.90, Рипол Классик

• The spring is fresh and fearless
  And every leaf is new,
  The world is brimmed with moonlight,
  The lilac brimmed with dew.
  
  Here in the moving shadows
  I catch my breath and sing -
  My heart is fresh and fearless
  And over-brimmed with spring.

  Sara Teasdale

  Spring, Moving, Heart

  Sara Teasdale (1915). “Rivers to the Sea”

• There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. 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 were gone.

  Sara Teasdale

  Spring, War, Rain

  Sara Teasdale (1937). “Collected poems”

• A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring.

  Sara Teasdale

  Spring, Waiting, World

  Sara Teasdale (1937). “Collected poems”

• A delicate fabric of bird song
  Floats in the air,
  The smell of wet wild earth
  Is everywhere.
  Oh I must pass nothing by
  Without loving it much,
  The raindrop try with my lips,
  The grass with my touch;
  For how can I be sure
  I shall see again
  The world on the first of May
  Shining after the rain?

  Sara Teasdale

  Song, Spring, Rain

  Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company

• The roofs are shining from the rain,
  The sparrows twitter as they fly,
  And with a windy April grace
  The little clouds go by.
  Yet the back yards are bare and brown
  With only one unchanging tree-
  I could not be so sure of Spring
  Save that it sings in me.

  Sara Teasdale

  Spring, Rain, Clouds

  Sara Teasdale (1937). “Collected poems”

• How many million Aprils came before I ever knew how white a cherry bough could be, a bed of squills, how blue And many a dancing April when life is done with me, will lift the blue flame of the flower and the white flame of the tree Oh burn me with your beauty then, oh hurt me tree and flower, lest in the end death try to take even this glistening hour.

  Sara Teasdale

  Hurt, Spring, Flower

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.1, Рипол Классик

• My heart is a garden tired with autumn,
  Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,
  In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,
  The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;
  Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,
  And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain -
  The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten -
  After the stillness, will spring come again?

  Sara Teasdale

  Morning, Spring, Rain

  Sara Teasdale, “The Garden”

• The wind is tossing the lilacs,
  The new leaves laugh in the sun,
  And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
  But for me the spring is done.
  Beneath the apple blossoms
  I go a wintry way,
  For love that smiled in April
  Is false to me in May.

  Sara Teasdale

  Wall, Spring, Fall

  Sara Teasdale (1911). “Helen of Troy, and Other Poems”

• Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.

  Sara Teasdale

  Spring, Fall, Eye

  Sara Teasdale, “The Look”

• If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning in the park With sapphire shadows on the snow. Or back to oak trees in the spring When you unloosed my hair and kissed The head that lay against your knees In the leaf shadow's amethyst. And still another shining place We would remember -- how the dun Wild mountain held us on its crest One diamond morning white with sun. But I will turn my eyes from you As women turn to put away The jewels they have worn at night And cannot wear in sober day.

  Sara Teasdale

  Morning, Spring, Eye

  Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company

• I could not be so sure of Spring / Save that it sings in me.

  Sara Teasdale

  Spring, April

  Sara Teasdale (1915). “Rivers to the Sea”

• 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.

  Sara Teasdale

  Spring, Emotional, Irritation

  Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company

• facebook
• twitter
• googleplus
• email
• linkedin

• facebook
• twitter
• googleplus
• email
• linkedin