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").
Lights
When we come home at night and close the door,Standing together in the shadowy room,Safe in our own love and the gentle gloom,Glad of familiar wall..
© Sara Teasdale
When Love Goes
IO mother, I am sick of love,I cannot laugh nor lift my head,My bitter dreams have broken me,I would my love were dead."Drink of the draught I brew..
© Sara Teasdale
In A Subway Station
After a year I came again to the place;The tireless lights and the reverberation,The angry thunder of trains that burrow the ground,The hunted..
© Sara Teasdale
The Broken Field
My soul is a dark ploughed fieldIn the cold rain;My soul is a broken fieldPloughed by pain.Where grass and bending flowersWere growing,The field lies..
© Sara Teasdale
Jewels
If I should see your eyes again,I know how far their look would go --Back to a morning in the parkWith sapphire shadows on the snow.Or back to oak..
© Sara Teasdale
Coney Island
Why did you bring me here?The sand is white with snow,Over the wooden domesThe winter sea-winds blow--There is no shelter near,Come, let us go.With..
© Sara Teasdale
Wild Asters
In the spring I asked the daisiesIf his words were true,And the clever, clear-eyed daisiesAlways knew.Now the fields are brown and barren,Bitter..
© Sara Teasdale
A Song To Eleonora Duse In
Oh would I were the roses, that lie against her hands,The heavy burning roses she touches as she stands!Dear hands that hold the roses, where mine..
© Sara Teasdale
Love Songs
I have remembered beauty in the night,Against black silences I waked to seeA shower of sunlight over ItalyAnd green Ravello dreaming on her height;I..
© Sara Teasdale
Summer Night, Riverside
In the wild soft summer darknessHow many and many a night we two togetherSat in the park and watched the HudsonWearing her lights like golden..
© Sara Teasdale
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