![]() ![]() Post-divorce, Teasdale remained in New York City, living only two blocks away from her old home on Central Park West. She did not wish to inform Filsinger, and only did so at the insistence of her lawyers as the divorce was going through - Filsinger was shocked and surprised. In 1929, she moved interstate for three months, thereby satisfying the criteria to gain a divorce. ![]() Filsinger was away a lot on business which caused a lot of loneliness for Teasdale. In 1918, her poetry collection Love Songs (released 1917) won three awards: the Columbia University Poetry Society prize, the 1918 Pulitzer Prize for poetry and the annual prize of the Poetry Society of America. ![]() A year later, in 1916 she moved to New York City with Filsinger, where they resided in an Upper West Side apartment on Central Park West. Teasdale's third poetry collection, Rivers to the Sea, was published in 1915 and was a best seller, being reprinted several times. She chose instead to marry Ernst Filsinger, who had been an admirer of her poetry for a number of years, on December 19, 1914. In the years 1911 to 1914, Teasdale was courted by several men, including poet Vachel Lindsay, who was absolutely in love with her but did not feel that he could provide enough money or stability to keep her satisfied. It was well received by critics, who praised its lyrical mastery and romantic subject matter. Teasdale's second collection of poems, Helen of Troy and Other Poems, was published in 1911. Her first collection of poems, Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems, was published that same year. Teasdale's first poem was published in Reedy's Mirror, a local newspaper, in 1907. Louis, Missouri, and after her marriage in 1914 she went by the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger. Yet the garden is very quiet to-night, The dusk has long gone with the Evening Star, And out on the bay the moon’s wan light Lays a silver pathway beyond the bar, Dear heart, pale and long.Sara Trevor Teasdale was an American lyrical poet. The spell of half memories, the touch of half tears, And the wounds of worn passions she brings to me With all the tremor of the far-off years And their mad wrong. The Autumn, then Winter and wintertime’s grief! But the weight of the snow is the glistening gift Which loving brings to the rose and its leaf, For the days of the roses glow in the drift And never end. Half blind is my vision I know to the truth, My ears are half deaf to the voice of the tear That touches the silences as Autumn’s ruth Steals through the dusks of each returning year, A goodly friend. Silence and love and deep wonder of stars Dust-silver the heavens from west to east, From south to north, and in a maze of bars Invisible I wander far from the feast, As night grows old. I pray for faith to the noble spirit of Space, I sound the cosmic depths for the measure of glory Which will bring to this earth the imperishable race Of whom Beauty dreamed in the soul-toned story The Prophets told. Tender sorrow for loss of a soft murmured word, Tender measure of doubt in a faint, aching heart, Tender listening for wind-songs in the tree heights heard When you and I were of the dusks a part, Are with me yet. Long nights, long nights and the whisperings of new ones, Flame the line of the pathway down to the sea With the halo of new dreams and the hallow of old ones, And they bring magic light to my love reverie And a lover’s regret. I follow the light with an earnest eye, Creeping along to the thick far-away, Until it fell in the depths of the deep, dark sky With the haunting dream of the dusk of day And its lovely glow. The garden is very quiet to-night, The dusk has gone with the Evening Star, And out on the bay a lone ship light Makes a silver pathway over the bar Where the sea sings low. ![]()
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