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“A Boy Out of the noise of tired people working, Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing, Clean boyish beauty and high-held head. Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them, Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes-- Men die by millions now, because God blunders, Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.”

Quote by Sara Teasdale

Work

Flame and Shadow

Flame and Shadow is a work of speculative fiction that delves into the intricate tapestry of a world where the forces of light and shadow battle for dominance. The narrative follows characters whose lives are intertwined by destiny, as they navigate a landscape where moral ambiguities are the norm and the true nature of good and evil is questioned. The story unfolds in a setting that is both familiar and alien, drawing readers into a world where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. 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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