Sara Teasdale Quotes:
Ocupation: Poet
Life: August 8, 1884 - January 29, 1933
Birthday: August 8
Death: January 29
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.
topic: Summer, Tired, Moon, Lingering, Indian Summer, Grasshoppers
