Number three. My heart broke for her sadness and pain in this book so much. I wanted to reach through the ink and the fibers, through time, to stroke her fingers or her cheek, to bring her sunshine and bade her to see the light we always see shining through her eyes and faith even in the mentions of pain. So, so beautiful the whole way. ( )

I fell in love with Sara Teasdale when I first read 'Winter Stars'.

From windows in my father’s house,
Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
Above another city’s lights.

I possess a 1920 Macmillan edition of this book. I am very particular about old editions and the moment I laid my eyes on the cover, I was overjoyed and hyper-excited!
She expresses emotions in such a delicate and lyrical manner. 'Gray Eyes' also has me completely mesmerized. All her poems have that effect.

It was April when you came
The first time to me,
And my first look in your eyes
Was like my first look at the sea.

We have been together
Four Aprils now
Watching for the green
On the swaying willow bough;

Yet whenever I turn
To your gray eyes over me,
It is as though I looked
For the first time at the sea.

My eyes well up everytime I read her poems. This is amongst my favorite book of poetry and Teasdale, my dearly loved poet.
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