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“Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer.”

Quote by Sara Teasdale

Work

Collected Poems

This book is a collection of poems that spans different styles and themes, showcasing the diversity of poetic expression. more

Author

Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale

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

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