Ocupation: Poet
Life: August 8, 1884 - January 29, 1933
Birthday: August 8
Death: January 29
I should be glad of loneliness And hours that go on broken wings,A thirsty body, a tired heart And the unchanging ache of things,If I could make a single song As lovely and as full of light,As hushed and brief as a falling star On a winter night.
source: Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.31, Рипол Классик
topic: Song, Stars, Loneliness, Winter Night, Broken Wings