Wisdom by Sara Teasdale



By Sara Teasdale


It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was scarcely broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened 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 do
It would be done the same again.

It was a spring that never came;
But we have lived enough to know
That what we never have, remains;
It is the things we have that go.


Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) was the first winner of the Columbia Poetry Prize (1918) which was later renamed the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.


7 comments on “Wisdom by Sara Teasdale

  1. bennythomas says:

    ‘That what we never have, remains; etc.,’ sad and so true. Thanks for sharing this poem.


  2. Fredr says:

    Madame V,

    I like it. I should look into her poetry more seriously. The following is my favorite of hers:

    My candle burns at both ends;
    It will not last the night;
    But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
    It gives a lovely light.


  3. Ah, Fred, did you misspeak? Isn’t “My candle burns” etc by Edna St. Vincent Millay?


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