Sara Teasdale’s Words Shine with “Stars”


Sara Trevor Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) was an American lyric poet who loves to write lots of love poetry until her death by suicide at age 48. Teasdale’s work was always characterized by its simplicity and clarity, its use of classical forms, and its passionate and romantic theme.

Imagine standing for a moment on top of a hill with Sara Teasdale to watch the parade of stars go by. We can surrender to the influence of the night and the stars and enjoy the torrent of thoughts and emotions that these things may have awakened in us.


Sara Teasdale’s strange way of using metaphors only makes this particular poem so moving and fascinating. We can read to feel the mood of the poem and relive the experience and feelings of the poet within us:

Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still.

And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;

Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeons
Cannot vex or tire.

Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still.

And I know that I
Am honored to be
Of so much majesty.

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