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").

Snowfall

"She can't be unhappy," you said,"The smiles are like stars in her eyes,And her laughter is thistledownAround her low replies.""Is she unhappy?" you..

© Sara Teasdale

Pity

They never saw my lover's face,They only know our love was brief,Wearing awhile a windy graceAnd passing like an autumn leaf.They wonder why I do not..

© Sara Teasdale

Silence

(To Eleonora Duse)We are anhungered after solitude,Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound,Soft quiet hovering over pools profound,The silences..

© Sara Teasdale

It Is Not A Word

It is not a word spoken,Few words are said;Nor even a look of the eyesNor a bend of the head,But only a hush of the heartThat has too much to..

© Sara Teasdale

The Rose

Beneath my chamber windowPierrot was singing, singing;I heard his lute the whole night thruUntil the east was red.Alas, alas Pierrot,I had no rose..

© Sara Teasdale

From The Sea

All beauty calls you to me, and you seem,Past twice a thousand miles of shifting sea,To reach me. You are as the wind I breatheHere on the ship's..

© Sara Teasdale

Doctors

Every night I lie awakeAnd every day I lie abedAnd hear the doctors, Pain and Death,Confering at my head.They speak in scientific tones,Professional..

© Sara Teasdale

Crowned

I wear a crown invisible and clear,And go my lifted royal way apartSince you have crowned me softly in your heartWith love that is half ardent, half..

© Sara Teasdale

The Answer

When I go back to earthAnd all my joyous bodyPuts off the red and whiteThat once had been so proud,If men should pass aboveWith false and feeble..

© Sara Teasdale

Doubt

My soul lives in my body's house,And you have both the house and her—But sometimes she is less your ownThan a wild, gay adventurer;A restless and an..

© Sara Teasdale

Ebb Tide

When the long day goes byAnd I do not see your face,The old wild, restless sorrowSteals from its hiding place.My day is barren and broken,Bereft of..

© Sara Teasdale

Longing

I am not sorry for my soulThat it must go unsatisfied,For it can live a thousand times,Eternity is deep and wide.I am not sorry for my soul,But oh..

© Sara Teasdale

Spring Night

The park is filled with night and fog,The veils are drawn about the world,The drowsy lights along the pathsAre dim and pearled.Gold and gleaming the..

© Sara Teasdale

Snow Song

Fairy snow, fairy snow,Blowing, blowing everywhere,Would that IToo, could flyLightly, lightly through the air.Like a wee, crystal starI should drift..

© Sara Teasdale

Less Than The Cloud To The Wind

Less than the cloud to the wind,Less than the foam to the sea,Less than the rose to the storm,Am I to thee.More than the star to the night,More than..

© Sara Teasdale

I Have Loved Hours At Sea

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,The fragile secret of a flower,Music, the making of a poemThat gave me heaven for an hour;First stars above a..

© Sara Teasdale

Enough

It is enough for me by dayTo walk the same bright earth with him;Enough that over us by nightThe same great roof of stars is dim.I have no care to..

© Sara Teasdale

Immortal

So soon my body will have goneBeyond the sound and sight of men,And tho' it wakes and suffers now,Its sleep will be unbroken then;But oh, my frail..

© Sara Teasdale

Moods

I am the still rain falling,Too tired for singing mirth--Oh, be the green fields calling,Oh, be for me the earth!I am the brown bird piningTo leave..

© Sara Teasdale

The Crystal Gazer

I shall gather myself into myself again,I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,Fusing them into a polished crystal ballWhere I can see..

© Sara Teasdale

Debt

What do I owe to youWho loved me deep and long?You never gave my spirit wingsOr gave my heart a song.But oh, to him I lovedWho loved me not at all,I..

© Sara Teasdale

Faults

They came to tell your faults to me,They named them over one by one;I laughed aloud when they were done,I knew them all so well before, -Oh, they..

© Sara Teasdale

Dreams

I gave my life to another lover,I gave my love, and all, and all--But over a dream the past will hover,Out of a dream the past will call.I tear..

© Sara Teasdale

Wisdom

When I have ceased to break my wingsAgainst the faultiness of things,And learned that compromises waitBehind each hardly opened gate,When I have..

© Sara Teasdale

The Old Maid

I saw her in a Broadway car,The woman I might grow to be;I felt my lover look at herAnd then turn suddenly to me.Her hair was dull and drew no..

© Sara Teasdale