“Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, BUt how will I give up the sky When winter dusk is set with stars? And I could let the cities go, Their changing customs and their creeds,– But oh, the summer rains that blow In silver on the jewel-weeds!”
This book encompasses a wide range of poetic works, showcasing the author's diverse styles and themes throughout their career. more
Sara Teasdale was an American poet known for her lyrical poetry. Her works are characterized by their concise and emotive language, which has won her a wide readership. Born on August 8, 1884, she passed away on January 29, 1933. more
“But to me, they were beautiful, like their own constellation.”
“Oh, aye. I'm the devil all right. And last night, you were begging to step into the fire.”
“Some thoughts hand up like stars, they just keep the skies awake.”
“If you had stars inside your brain cells, you'd probably understand what I am talking about.”