Sara Teasdale

Joy ~ A Poem by Sara Teasdale

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When Joy Becomes Life Itself


Sara Teasdale’s Joy captures that rare moment when love ignites the soul so fully that life and death lose their boundaries.

Joy

Sara Teasdale

I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!

I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!

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In Joy, Sara Teasdale speaks with the voice of someone utterly alive — not because of wealth, status, or circumstance, but because love has taken root and bloomed in the heart. Her lines move like a windstorm and burn like a flame, reminding us that joy is not a quiet comfort but a wild, fierce presence that shakes the soul awake. There’s an intoxicating freedom in her words, the kind that makes even death lose its power. She shows us that to truly live is not just to exist, but to be filled with a force so luminous that every step feels like walking on grass or stars. Teasdale’s vision is a challenge: to find, embrace, and fiercely guard whatever brings you that kind of untamed, unstoppable joy.

Questions to Dive Deeper

  1. How does Teasdale’s imagery of nature and the elements deepen the sense of vitality in the poem?
  2. What does the poem suggest about the relationship between love, joy, and mortality?
  3. Have you experienced a moment when joy made you feel more fully alive than ever before?

Child, Child ~ A Poem by Sara Teasdale

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Innocence may dream, but truth never sleeps. “Child, Child” dares us to ask—when did we stop believing in dreams and start dancing with reality?

Child, Child

Sara Teasdale

Child, child, love while you can
The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man;
Never fear though it break your heart —
Out of the wound new joy will start;
Only love proudly and gladly and well,
Though love be heaven or love be hell.

Child, child, love while you may,
For life is short as a happy day;
Never fear the thing you feel —
Only by love is life made real;
Love, for the deadly sins are seven,
Only through love will you enter heaven.

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Stars ~ A Poem by Sara Teasdale

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Stars

Sara Teasdale

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
The 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
Witness
Of so much majesty.

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Rediscovering Happiness After Loss: Lessons from Grief and Healing

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Episode 150: Rediscovering Happiness After Grief – Finding Joy in Life’s Simple Moments

In this heartfelt episode, we explore the journey of rediscovering happiness after the profound loss of a loved one. Grief can make us feel like joy has vanished, much like the lyrics of “MacArthur Park” echo that sense of something precious lost forever. As we navigate through grief, we often struggle with the notion of happiness, searching for it in all the wrong places – from commercial promises of joy to fleeting experiences. But true happiness is more elusive and surprising, showing up in unexpected moments.

Reflecting on memories, poetry, and spiritual wisdom, we delve into what it really means to be happy, even in the wake of loss. Featuring insights from Jane Kenyon’s poem “Happiness,” Sara Teasdale’s “Barter,” and a biblical reflection from Matthew 6:21, this episode encourages listeners to cultivate a life that invites happiness organically, rather than chasing it.

Tune in as we discuss how to create conditions in our lives where joy can re-emerge, and why embracing small, unplanned moments of happiness may be the key to healing. If you’re grieving or simply reflecting on the true meaning of joy, this episode is here to inspire and guide you.

Keywords: Happiness after grief, finding joy, rediscovering happiness, healing from loss, grief journey, true happiness, MacArthur Park, Jane Kenyon, Sara Teasdale, Matthew 6:21, cultivating happiness, spiritual wisdom, emotional healing, grief podcast.

Barter ~ a poem by Sara Teasdale

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Barter

Sara Teasdale

Life has loveliness to sell,
 All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
 Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
 Music like the curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
 Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
 Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
 Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

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Today’s Poem ~ Christmas Carol

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Christmas Carol

Sara Teasdale

The kings they came from out the south,
   All dressed in ermine fine;
They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,
   And gifts of precious wine.
 
The shepherds came from out the north,
   Their coats were brown and old;
They brought Him little new-born lambs—
   They had not any gold.
 
The wise men came from out the east,
   And they were wrapped in white;
The star that led them all the way
   Did glorify the night.
 
The angels came from heaven high,
   And they were clad with wings;
And lo, they brought a joyful song
   The host of heaven sings.
 
The kings they knocked upon the door,
   The wise men entered in,
The shepherds followed after them
   To hear the song begin.
 
The angels sang through all the night
   Until the rising sun,
But little Jesus fell asleep
   Before the song was done.

Today’s Poem ~ Tonight

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Tonight
Sara Teasdale
The moon is a curving flower of gold,
The sky is still and blue;
The moon was made for the sky to hold,
And I for you.

The moon is a flower without a stem,
The sky is luminous;
Eternity was made for them,
To-night for us.

Today’s Poem ~ I Thought of You

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I Thought Of You
Sara Teasdale
I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea —
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

Wisdom ~ Sara Teasdale

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Wisdom

Sara Teasdale

It was a night of early spring,The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;Around us shadows and the windListened for what was never spoken.
Though half a score of years are gone,Spring comes as sharply now as then—But if we had it all to doIt would be done the same again.
It was a spring that never came;But we have lived enough to knowThat what we never have, remains;It is the things we have that go.

Peace ~ Sara Teasdale

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Peace

Sara Teasdale

PEACE flows into me
       AS the tide to the pool by the shore;
       It is mine forevermore,
  It ebbs not back like the sea.

  I am the pool of blue
       That worships the vivid sky;
       My hopes were heaven-high,
  They are all fulfilled in you.

  I am the pool of gold
       When sunset burns and dies,—
       You are my deepening skies,
  Give me your stars to hold.

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