Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) was an American lyric poet.
Some of her work anticipated modern feminist verse and the intimate, autobiographical style known as confessional poetry. A large number of Teasdale's poems deal with love and death. Many of the speakers in her lyrics are women who face the death or desertion of a loved one. They also face the fact of their own mortality with disillusionment, but not as cynics. Teasdale associated moral and spiritual beauty with the harmonies of the natural world.
I love Sara Teasdale's work.
I found her, in my case - by searching for public domain art.
Her topics vary, but she almost always writes in a song style.
I read through her works and it's a verse, it's a chorus, then another verse...
I combined two of her poems to create a lyric for a song on my forthcoming record, sung beautifully by Lucia Newell
Verse 1:
"What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, that my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance,
and I am a flint and a fire.
I am an answer, they are only a call"
Sara Teasdale
Lucia Newell