I lived from 1884-1933. I was from the United States, and am in the Americas category.
Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. Some of her work anticipates modern feminist verse and the intimate, autobiographical style known as confessional poetry. A large number of Teasdale's poems deal with love and death. Many of the speakers in her lyrics are women who face the death or desertion of a loved one. They also face the fact of their own mortality with disillusionment, but not as cynics. Teasdale associated moral and spiritual beauty with the harmonies of the natural world.
Teasdale was born in St. Louis, Missouri. In addition to writing her own poetry, she edited an anthology of love lyrics by women called The Answering Voice (1917, rev. ed. 1928). She also edited Rainbow Gold (1922), a collection of poetry for young people. Her Collected Poems was published in 1937.
She wrote several volumes of delicate and highly personal lyrics, including Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911), Rivers to the Sea (1915), Flame and Shadow (1920), and Strange Victory (1933). An extraordinarily sensitive, almost reclusive, woman, Teasdale ended her life by suicide at the age of 48.
Teasdale was born in St. Louis, Missouri. In addition to writing her own poetry, she edited an anthology of love lyrics by women called The Answering Voice (1917, rev. ed. 1928). She also edited Rainbow Gold (1922), a collection of poetry for young people. Her Collected Poems was published in 1937.
She wrote several volumes of delicate and highly personal lyrics, including Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911), Rivers to the Sea (1915), Flame and Shadow (1920), and Strange Victory (1933). An extraordinarily sensitive, almost reclusive, woman, Teasdale ended her life by suicide at the age of 48.
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