The tragic Sara Teasdale was one of the foremost female poets of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, with her formal style and focus on romance. "The Poems of Sara Teasdale" brings together her poetry collections, although the sole focus of her poetry gets a bit tiring after awhile.
Although the early twentieth century saw the blossoming of the "new" poetry, Teasdale stuck to more formal prose: "The fountain shivers lightly in the rain/the laurels drip, the fading roses fall/the marble satyr plays a mournful strain/That leaves the rainy fragrance musical." Not terribly original in HOW it's written, but the rich language is all the more striking.
Over time her style became a bit more experimental ("while your kisses and the flowers/falling, falling/tangled my hair"), but she usually stuck to the same rhyme schemes and simple language. And the final poem of the collection seems sad when one considers that she committed suicide: "I will make this world of my devising/out of a dream in my lonely mind/I shall find the crystal of peace,-- above me/stars I shall find."
Teasdale never actually had a successful romance in her life, but she was obviously in love with love. "When I am not with you/I am alone/for there is no one else/and there is nothing/that comforts me but you," she writes late in the volume. Imagine having that written to you, or at least given to illustrate the feelings.
Almost every poem in the eight books deals with romance, lovers, and how much she adored both. In fact, after awhile it gets a little tedious; it's a good idea to read it slowly, in chunks. However, Teasdale's love poetry is extremely beautiful and richly written, so that it's hard not to get dewy-eyed when reading them individually.
"The Poems of Sara Teasdale" is a rich read, beautifully written and full of flowers, stars, dark rooms and unnamed lovers. A beautifully romantic read, though too intense to be read in one setting.