But “in the teens and 1920s, her rhymed lyrics of love and loss were hugely popular—’her volumes were keepsakes and valentines, the co-ed’s unfailing companion, and the Bible of every disappointed lover,'” Pollitt quotes poet Louis Untermeyer.
She also had an affair with poet Vachel Lindsay (left), but declined to marry him.
In 1914, newly wed to a businessman, she arrived in New York, living on Central Park West before moving to Greenwich Village.
Many of the poems she wrote through the 1920s use New York as a backdrop for heartbreak.
“Summer Night, Riverside” also tackles heartache:
“In the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
Glinting on black satin.”
Her take on circling the block around Gramercy Park with a romantic partner, wondering why the gates were locked and the park private, ends with this:
“Oh heavy gates that fate has locked
To bar the joy we may not win,
Peace would go out forevermore
If we should dare to enter in.”
Like so many other poets, Teasdale battled depression. She won a Pulitzer in 1918, but when she learned Lindsay had killed himself in 1931, she was deeply affected.
“She divorced in 1929 and lived the rest of her life as a semi-invalid,” states Poets.org. Teasdale committed suicide in 1933 by overdosing on sleeping pills in her apartment at One Fifth Avenue (above).