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").

August Fifteenth

The dawn arrives with pride and grace,A hopeful smile on every face.The land remembers tears and pain,Yet rises free, unchained again.In unity our..

© Independence Day of India

Song of Freedom

The tricolor waves in the morning sky,A symbol of dreams that can never die.Voices of courage echo still,From hearts that stood strong with iron..

© Independence Day of India

Spray

I KNEW you thought of me all night,I knew, though you were far away;I felt your love blow over meAs if a dark wind-riven seaDrenched me with..

© Sara Teasdale

Chance

HOW many times we must have metHere on the street as strangers do,Children of chance we were, who passedThe door of heaven and never knew.

© Sara Teasdale

The Heart's House

My heart is but a little houseWith room for only three or four,And it was filled before you knockedUpon the door.I longed to bid you come within,I..

© Sara Teasdale

On The Dunes

IF there is any life when death is over,These tawny beaches will know much of me,I shall come back, as constant and as changefulAs the unchanging..

© Sara Teasdale

Since There Is No Escape

SINCE there is no escape, since at the endMy body will be utterly destroyed,This hand I love as I have loved a friend,This body I tended, wept with..

© Sara Teasdale

Marianna Alcoforando

The sparrows wake beneath the convent eaves;I think I have not slept the whole night through.But I am old; the aged scarcely knowThe times they wake..

© Sara Teasdale

Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio

The fountain shivers lightly in the rain,The laurels drip, the fading roses fall,The marble satyr plays a mournful strainThat leaves the rainy..

© Sara Teasdale

The Solitary

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,I have less need now than when I was youngTo share myself with every comerOr shape my thoughts into..

© Sara Teasdale

The India Wharf

Here in the velvet stillnessThe wide sown fields fall to the faint horizon,Sleeping in starlight. . . .A year ago we walked in the jangling..

© Sara Teasdale

Winter Dusk

I WATCH the great clear twilightVeiling the ice-bowed trees;Their branches tinkle faintlyWith crystal melodies.The larches bend their silverOver the..

© Sara Teasdale

The House Of Dreams

I built a little House of Dreams,And fenced it all about,But still I heard the Wind of TruthThat roared without.I laid a fire of MemoriesAnd sat..

© Sara Teasdale

New Year's Dawn - Broadway

When the horns wear thinAnd the noise, like a garment outworn,Falls from the night,The tattered and shivering night,That thinks she is gay;When the..

© Sara Teasdale

The Mother Of A Poet

She is too kind, I think, for mortal things,Too gentle for the gusty ways of earth;God gave to her a shy and silver mirth,And made her soul as..

© Sara Teasdale

Primavera Mia

As kings, seeing their lives about to pass,Take off the heavy ermine and the crown,So had the trees that autumn-time laid downTheir golden garments..

© Sara Teasdale

Galahad In The Castle Of The Maidens

(To the maiden with the hidden face in Abbey's painting)The other maidens raised their eyes to himWho stumbled in before them when the fightHad left..

© Sara Teasdale

Winter Stars

I WENT out at night alone;The young blood flowing beyond the seaSeemed to have drenched my spirit's wings—I bore my sorrow heavily.But when I lifted..

© Sara Teasdale

Compensation

I SHOULD be glad of lonelinessAnd hours that go on broken wings,A thirsty body, a tired heartAnd the unchanging ache of things,If I could make a..

© Sara Teasdale

Vox Corporis

The beast to the beast is calling,And the soul bends down to wait;Like the stealthy lord of the jungle,The white man calls his mate.The beast to the..

© Sara Teasdale

Arcturus

ARCTURUS brings the spring backAs surely now as whenHe rose on eastern islandsFor Grecian girls and men;The twilight is as clear a blue,The star as..

© Sara Teasdale

From The Woolworth Tower

Vivid with love, eager for greater beautyOut of the night we comeInto the corridor, brilliant and warm.A metal door slides open,And the lift receives..

© Sara Teasdale

Roundel

If he could know my songs are all for him,At silver dawn or in the evening glow,Would he not smile and think it but a whim,If he could know?Or would..

© Sara Teasdale

The Gift

What can I give you, my lord, my lover,You who have given the world to me,Showed me the light and the joy that coverThe wild sweet earth and the..

© Sara Teasdale

Night Song Of Amalfi

I asked the heaven of starsWhat I should I give my love--It answered me with silence,Silence above.I asked the darkened seaDown where the fishermen..

© Sara Teasdale