Sunday, January 20, 2013
Faults - A Poem by Sara Teasdale
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,—
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.
About Sara Teasdale
Sara Trevor Teasdale was an American lyrical poet. She was born in St Louis, Missouri in 1884. Her family traveled frequently to Chicago, where she became part of the circle surrounding Poetry magazine.
She lived in New York City with her husband, Ernst Filsinger from 1916 to 1929 when they divorced. She remained in New York City until her death from an intentional barbituates overdose in 1929.
In 1918 she won the Columbia University Poetry Society Prize (which became the Pulitzer Prize for poetry) and the Poetry Society of America Prize.
Teasdale's early work was characterized by its simplicity and clarity, her use of classical forms, and her passionate and romantic subject matter. Her later books show her growing finesse and poetic subtlety.
Other published works include:
Sonnets to Duse, and Other Poems (1907)
Helen of Troy, and Other Poems (1911)
Rivers to the Sea (1920)
Flame and Shadow (1920)
Dark of the Moon(1926)
Stars To-night (1930)
Strange Victory (1930)