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").
The Cloud
I am a cloud in the heaven's height,The stars are lit for my delight,Tireless and changeful, swift and free,I cast my shadow on hill and sea--But why..
© Sara Teasdale
Change
REMEMBER me as I was then;Turn from me now, but always seeThe laughing shadowy girl who stoodAt midnight by the flowering tree,With eyes that love..
© Sara Teasdale
On The Death Of Swinburne
He trod the earth but yesterday,And now he treads the stars.He left us in the April timeHe praised so often in his rhyme,He left the singing and the..
© Sara Teasdale
Rispetto
Was that his step that sounded on the stair?Was that his knock I heard upon the door?I grow so tired I almost cease to care,And yet I would that he..
© Sara Teasdale
May Wind
I said, "I have shut my heartAs one shuts an open door,That Love may starve thereinAnd trouble me no more."But over the roofs there cameThe wet new..
© Sara Teasdale
Dusk In War Time
A half-hour more and you will leanTo gather me close in the old sweet way--But oh, to the woman over the seaWho will come at the close of day?A..
© Sara Teasdale
Over The Roofs
IOh chimes set high on the sunny towerRing on, ring on unendingly,Make all the hours a single hour,For when the dusk begins to flower,The man I love..
© Sara Teasdale
Oh You Are Coming
Oh you are coming, coming, coming,How will hungry Time put by the hours till then? --But why does it anger my heart to long soFor one man out of the..
© Sara Teasdale
Erinna
They sent you in to say farewell to me,No, do not shake your head; I see your eyesThat shine with tears. Sappho, you saw the sunJust now when you..
© Sara Teasdale
November
The world is tired, the year is old,The little leaves are glad to die,The wind goes shivering with coldAmong the rushes dry.Our love is dying like..
© Sara Teasdale
In Memoriam F.O.S.
You go a long and lovely journey,For all the stars, like burning dew,Are luminous and luring footprintsOf souls adventurous as you.Oh, if you lived..
© Sara Teasdale
Open Windows
Out of the window a sea of green trees Lift their soft boughs like the arms of a dancer;They beckon and call me, "Come out in the sun!" But I..
© Sara Teasdale
Guenevere
I was a queen, and I have lost my crown;A wife, and I have broken all my vows;A lover, and I ruined him I loved: --There is no other havoc left to..
© Sara Teasdale
The Carpenter's Son
The summer dawn came over-soon,The earth was like hot iron at noonIn Nazareth;There fell no rain to ease the heat,And dusk drew on with tired feetAnd..
© Sara Teasdale
The Blind
The birds are all a-building,They say the world's a-flower,And still I linger lonelyWithin a barren bower.I weave a web of fanciesOf tears and..
© Sara Teasdale
Sappho
The twilight's inner flame grows blue and deep,And in my Lesbos, over leagues of sea,The temples glimmer moonwise in the trees.Twilight has veiled..
© Sara Teasdale
When Love Was Born
When Love was born I think he layRight warm on Venus' breast,And whiles he smiled and whiles would playAnd whiles would take his rest.But always..
© Sara Teasdale
A Boy
OUT of the noise of tired people working,Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead,His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,Clean boyish..
© Sara Teasdale
The Return
I turned the key and opened wide the doorTo enter my deserted room again,Where thro' the long hot months the dust had lain.Was it not lonely when..
© Sara Teasdale
Old Tunes
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope,rose,Float in the garden when no wind blows,Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows;So the old tunes float in..
© Sara Teasdale
February
They spoke of him I loveWith cruel words and gay;My lips kept silent guardOn all I could not say.I heard, and down the streetThe lonely trees in the..
© Sara Teasdale
Morning
I went out on an April morningAll alone, for my heart was high,I was a child of the shining meadow,I was a sister of the sky.There in the windy flood..
© Sara Teasdale
May Night
The spring is fresh and fearlessAnd every leaf is new,The world is brimmed with moonlight,The lilac brimmed with dew.Here in the moving shadowsI..
© Sara Teasdale
Other Men
When I talk with other menI always think of you --Your words are keener than their words,And they are gentler, too.When I look at other men,I wish..
© Sara Teasdale
Other Men
When I talk with other menI always think of you --Your words are keener than their words,And they are gentler, too.When I look at other men,I wish..
© Sara Teasdale