Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Night by Sara Teasdale

It's fun poking around in anthologies and page-a-day calendars. I keep finding "new" poets to read and love.

Here's a poem from Sara Teasdale, an American poet born in St. Louis, Missouri near the end of the nineteenth century. I'll be looking for more of her work to read (and most of it is available free online, as she is well out of copyright).

by Sara Teasdale

Stars over snow,
  And in the west a planet
Swinging below a star—
  Look for a lovely thing and you will find it,
It is not far—
  It never will be far.


Anonymous said...

This poem has stuck in my head since I was a child; I'm now 60. Everytime I go outside on a starry winter's night these lines are first on my mind & heart.

Anonymous said...

I've loved this poem since I was a child. I'm using it in a Christmas card I'm making this year with a picture of a starry village nestled under snow.