Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Gray Fog
A FOG drifts in, the heavy ladenCold white ghost of the sea—One by one the hills go out,The road and the pepper-tree.I watch the fog float in at the..
© Sara Teasdale
Effigy Of A Nun
Infinite gentleness, infinite ironyAre in this face with fast-sealed eyes,And round this mouth that learned in lonelinessHow useless their wisdom is..
© Sara Teasdale
Song Iii
Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten,Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,Let it be forgotten forever and ever,Time is a kind..
© Sara Teasdale
Vignettes Overseas
I. Off GilbatrarBEYOND the sleepy hills of Spain,The sun goes down in yellow mist,The sky is fresh with dewy starsAbove a sea of amethyst.Yet in the..
© Sara Teasdale
Meadowlarks
IN the silver light after a storm,Under dripping boughs of bright new green,I take the low path to hear the meadowlarksAlone and high-hearted as if I..
© Sara Teasdale
The Love That Goes A-Begging
Oh Loves there are that enter in,And Loves there are that wait,And Loves that sit a-weepingWhose joy will come too late.For some there be that ope..
© Sara Teasdale
Sonnet
I saw a ship sail forth at evening time;Her prow was gilded by the western fire,And all her rigging one vast golden lyre,For winds to play on to the..
© Sara Teasdale
Two Minds
Your mind and mine are such great lovers theyHave freed themselves from cautious human clay,And on wild clouds of thought, naked togetherThey ride..
© Sara Teasdale
Lost Things
OH, I could let the world go by,Its loud new wonders and its wars,But how will I give up the skyWhen winter dusk is set with stars?And I could let..
© Sara Teasdale
Spring Torrents
WILL it always be like this until I am dead,Every spring must I bear it all againWith the first red haze of the budding maple boughs,And the first..
© Sara Teasdale
The Wind
A wind is blowing over my soul,I hear it cry the whole night thro' --Is there no peace for me on earthExcept with you?Alas, the wind has made me..
© Sara Teasdale
Sunset: St. Louis
HUSHED in the smoky haze of summer sunset,When I came home again from far-off places,How many times I saw my western cityDream by her river.Then for..
© Sara Teasdale
The Meeting
I'm happy, I'm happy,I saw my love to-day.He came along the crowded street,By all the ladies gay,And oh, he smiled and spoke to meBefore he went his..
© Sara Teasdale
Red Maples
IN the last year I have learnedHow few men are worth my trust;I have seen the friend I lovedStruck by death into the dust,And fears I never knew..
© Sara Teasdale
Song Ii
Like some rare queen of old romanceWho loved the gleam of helm and lanceIs she.A harper of King Arthur's daysShould praise her in a hundred lays:The..
© Sara Teasdale
Old Love And New
In my heart the old loveStruggled with the new,It was ghostly wakingAll night through.Dear things, kind thingsThat my old love said,Ranged themselves..
© Sara Teasdale
The Years
To-night I close my eyes and seeA strange procession passing me--The years before I saw your faceGo by me with a wistful grace;They pass, the..
© Sara Teasdale
In A Cuban Garden
HIBISCUS flowers are cups of fire,(Love me, my lover, life will not stay)The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind,A scarlet leaf is blowing away.A..
© Sara Teasdale
Roses And Rue
Bring me the roses white and red,And take the laurel leaves away;Yea, wreathe the roses round my headThat wearies 'neath the crown of bay.'We..
© Sara Teasdale
The Garden
MY heart is a garden tired with autumn,Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,The..
© Sara Teasdale
June Night
OH Earth, you are too dear to-night,How can I sleep while all aroundFloats rainy fragrance and the farDeep voice of the ocean that talks to the..
© Sara Teasdale
Thoughts
When I can make my thoughts come forthTo walk like ladies up and down,Each one puts on before the glassHer most becoming hat and gown.But oh, the shy..
© Sara Teasdale
Bells
AT six o'clock of an autumn duskWith the sky in the west a rusty red,The bells of the mission down in the valleyCry out that the day is dead.The..
© Sara Teasdale
Morning Song
A DIAMOND of a morningWaked me an hour too soon;Dawn had taken in the starsAnd left the faint white moon.O white moon, you are lonely,It is the same..
© Sara Teasdale
The Net
I MADE you many and many a song,Yet never one told all you are—It was as though a net of wordsWere flung to catch a star;It was as though I curved my..
© Sara Teasdale