There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time)
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,
Sara Teasdale
About Sara Teasdale
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.
Some Interesting Facts About Sara Teasdale
- She was homeschooled until the age of 9.
- She suffered from poor health at the beginning and end of her life.
- She was courted by 2 men in 1913: Ernst Filsinger and Vachel Lindsay. Lindsay feared he would not be able to provide enough money to keep Teasdale satisfied, but he truly loved her.
- Some believe the poem "I Shall Not Care" was a suicide note, however it was not as it was published eighteen years before her death.
- Unlike many poets who became famous after their deaths, Teasdale was popular during her lifetime.
- Some of her poems are considered confessional poetry because they are autobiographical in nature.
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February Twilight
I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.Featured Shared StoryIt 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...
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A Winter Blue Jay
Crisply the bright snow whispered,
Crunching beneath our feet;
Behind us as we walked along the parkway,
Our shadows danced, -
Winter Stars
I went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—
I bore my sorrow heavily. -
Advice To A Girl
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
