Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

Poetry on Peace

Sara Teasdale:

Peace Poems (1917-1920)

Edited by Peter Y. Chou


Peace flows into me
  As the tide to the pool by the shore;
  It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
  That worships the vivid sky;
  My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
  When sunset burns and dies—
  You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.

from Love Songs (1917)



There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools 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.

from Flame and Shadow (1920)


The Wind in the Hemlock (Concluding lines)

In your quietness you house
The wind, the woman and the bird.
You speak to me and I have heard:

    If I am peaceful, I shall see
    Beauty's face continually;
    Feeding on her wine and bread
    I shall be wholly comforted,
    For she can make one day for me
    Rich as my lost eternity.

from Flame and Shadow (1920)

Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale (1966)

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