Each year the month of April is set aside as National Poetry Month, a time to celebrate poets and their craft.  Of course, since this is Feminist Friday, I decided to explore women poets.  There are very many accomplished women poets to celebrate but I want to talk about Sara Teasdale today.  Sara won the first Columbia Poetry Prize in 1918 which later would be renamed the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.  Thus making Sara the first poet, male or female, to win this prize.

 Like many women poets it seems that Sara did not live a happy life.  Sara Teasdale’s poetry was very popular during her lifetime and she received public admiration for her well-crafted lyrical poetry which centered on a woman’s changing perspectives on beauty, love, and death.  Many of Teasdale’s poems chart developments in her own life, from her experiences as a sheltered young woman in St. Louis, to those as a successful yet increasingly uneasy writer in New York City, to a depressed and disillusioned person who would commit suicide in 1933.

What follows is a poem from her Pulitzer Prize winning collection, Love Songs.


Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.


I invite you to share a story about an inspiring woman in the comments section. Just leave us a link to your post. We can never read too many stories about inspiring women. 



About Bernadette

I live in the small town of Haddonfield, NJ. I am at an age in my life when I seem to spend time thinking and musing about life. These musings are usually stimulated by my walks through Haddonfield, my reading of books and fellow bloggers, and my interaction with my group of fabulous family and friends.

15 Responses

  1. So sad that she took her own life and that many women poets have tragic lives…I wonder why that is. This is a beautiful life-affirming poem – thank you for teaching us about Sara’s life. Wishing you a peaceful weekend, Bernadette 😀❤️

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      1. Thank you so much Bernadette. My mother raised me to be a big fan of all things Erma and I read all of her books last year. Her writing, while having outdated social references at times, is truly timeless and I felt a bond with her through my never ending bond with my sweet mother.

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  2. I accidentally chanced upon Sara Teasdale’s poetry while I was browsing on Instagram (of all places!) I have come to know her poetry, and a little bit of her life, since then. It is sad how women writers like Sara and Virginia Woolf were so talented, and yet too gentle for this world, that they had to take their own lives. Maybe it was that vulnerability that guided their hand to pen these beautiful works of art?



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