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In "Rivers to the Sea," Sara Teasdale masterfully captures the ebbs and flows of human emotion through a series of poignant lyrical poems. Written in her signature style, Teasdale'Äôs verses combine musicality with vivid imagery, exploring themes of love, beauty, and the transitory nature of life. The collection reflects the influence of early 20th-century American Romanticism, where nature serves as a backdrop for introspection and emotional resonance, highlighting the complexities of the human spirit against the vastness of the natural world. Sara Teasdale, a prominent figure in the early modernist movement, was deeply influenced by her own experiences of love, loneliness, and the search for meaning. Born in 1884, she was one of the first women to gain notable recognition in American poetry, winning the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1918. Her personal struggles and triumphs imbued her work with authenticity, enabling her to convey the universal experiences of sorrow and joy that resonate with readers across generations. "Rivers to the Sea" is a must-read for anyone seeking to explore the delicate interplay between nature and emotion. Teasdale's lyrical mastery invites readers to reflect on their personal journeys, making the collection both a timeless expression of artistic beauty and an intimate exploration of the human condition.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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THE park is filled with night and fog, The veils are drawn about the world, The drowsy lights along the paths Are dim and pearled.
Gold and gleaming the empty streets, Gold and gleaming the misty lake, The mirrored lights like sunken swords, Glimmer and shake.
Oh, is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me? My throat should ache with praise, and I Should kneel in joy beneath the sky. Oh, beauty are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love With youth, a singing voice and eyes To take earth's wonder with surprise? Why have I put off my pride, Why am I unsatisfied, I for whom the pensive night Binds her cloudy hair with light, I for whom all beauty burns Like incense in a million urns? Oh, beauty, are you not enough? Why am I crying after love?
