(untitled)
Probably the most difficult of our days,
where existence has presented criminality,
and in order to sleep soundly,
action is required:
where heritage, late culture, and the rule of law
manifest simultaneously,
while the spirit is tested.
(untitled)
Probably the most difficult of our days,
where existence has presented criminality,
and in order to sleep soundly,
action is required:
where heritage, late culture, and the rule of law
manifest simultaneously,
while the spirit is tested.
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Subject: “Song at Capri” by Sara Teasdale
Date: August 15, 2026 at 3:02:49 AM PDT
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August 15, 2026
When beauty grows too great to bear
How shall I ease me of its ache,
For beauty more than bitterness
Makes the heart break.
Now while I watch the dreaming sea
With isles like flowers against her breast,
Only one voice in all the world
Could give me rest.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on August 15, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets.
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“Song at Capri” was included in Sara Teasdale’s collection Love Songs (Macmillan, 1925). About Teasdale’s work, poet and editor Maggie Millner writes in her essay “Sara Teasdale in The Yale Review,” published by The Yale Review (2026), “Teasdale was best known for short, gauzy poems about romantic love. She had a strong musical ear, favoring ballad stanzas and referring to many of her poems as ‘songs’ or ‘lyrics.’”
Sara Trevor Teasdale was born on August 8, 1884, in St. Louis. She is the author of many collections, including Love Songs (The Macmillan Company, 1917), winner of the Columbia University Poetry Society Prize, which later became the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. She died on January 29, 1933, in New York City.
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