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").
Summer Storm
THE panther windLeaps out of the night,The snake of lightningIs twisting and white,The lion of thunderRoars—and weSit still and contentUnder a..
© Sara Teasdale
Driftwood
MY forefathers gave meMy spirit's shaken flame,The shape of hands, the beat of heart,The letters of my name.But it was my lovers,And not my sleeping..
© Sara Teasdale
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