Wild Asters
by Sara Teasdale
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever little daisies
Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American lyric poet known for her intimate and emotional poetry. Her collections, including “Helen of Troy and Other Poems” (1911) and “Love Songs” (1918), which won the first Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, established her as a leading poet of her time. Despite personal struggles, Teasdale’s work remains widely admired for its beauty, simplicity, and depth.
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