{"id":916,"date":"2011-03-30T02:03:04","date_gmt":"2011-03-30T02:03:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=916"},"modified":"2024-06-03T02:35:34","modified_gmt":"2024-06-03T02:35:34","slug":"wild-asters-by-sara-teasdale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wild-asters-by-sara-teasdale\/","title":{"rendered":"Wild Asters by Sara Teasdale"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Wild<\/h1>\n

Wild Asters<\/h1>\n

by Sara Teasdale<\/p>\n

In the spring I asked the daisies
\nIf his words were true,
\nAnd the clever little daisies
\nAlways knew.<\/p>\n

Now the fields are brown and barren,
\nBitter autumn blows,
\nAnd of all the stupid asters
\nNot one knows.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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