Day, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole—
Sara Teasdale, born Sara Trevor Teasdale, was an American poet born in St. Louis, Missouri on August 8, 1884.
Her first poem was published by a local newspaper in 1907. That same year her first volume of poetry was published. Five more collections followed in the years between 1911 and 1930. A final collection of poetry was published after her death.
In 1914 she married Ernst Filsinger, who was a longtime admirer of her poetry, but their marriage only lasted until 1929. Filsinger traveled a lot for work, which left Teasdale lonely.
Teasdale won the Columbia University Poetry Society Prize (this later became the Pulitzer Prize for poetry) and the Poetry Society of America Prize for her collection Love Songs.
Pneumonia left Teasdale in poor health, and on January 29, 1933 she committed suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills.
I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
It gives me a certain joy to be in a place in the forest or a shore or anywhere in nature and imagine that I'm the only person who has ever been in that exact spot. As a young boy, I would...