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").

White Fog

Heaven-invading hills are drownedIn wide moving waves of mist,Phlox before my door are woundIn dripping wreaths of amethyst.Ten feet away the solid..

© Sara Teasdale

The Falling Star

I saw a star slide down the sky,Blinding the north as it went by,Too burning and too quick to hold,Too lovely to be bought or sold,Good only to make..

© Sara Teasdale

To Erinna

Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind,O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre,That he has left no word of singing fireWhereby you waked the dreaming..

© Sara Teasdale

In Spring, Santa Barbara

I HAVE been happy two weeks together,My love is coming home to me,Gold and silver is the weatherAnd smooth as lapis is the sea.The earth has turned..

© Sara Teasdale

In David's

The dearest child in all the world,Should have the dearest songs,And that is why this little bookTo David-Boy belongs.

© Sara Teasdale

To An Aeolian Harp

The winds have grown articulate in thee,And voiced again the wail of ancient woeThat smote upon the winds of long ago:The cries of Trojan women as..

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To Cleïs

(The daughter of Sappho)When the dusk was wet with dew,Cleïs, did the muses nineListen in a silent lineWhile your mother sang to you?Did they weep or..

© Sara Teasdale

To Rose

Rose, when I remember you,Little lady, scarcely two,I am suddenly awareOf the angels in the air.All your softly gracious waysMake an island in my..

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Nahant

BOWED as an elm under the weight of its beauty,So earth is bowed, under her weight of splendor,Molten sea, richness of leaves and the burnishedBronze..

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To A Castillan Song

We held the book together timidly,Whose antique music in an alien tongueOnce rose among the dew-drenched vines that hungBeneath a high Castilian..

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The Song For Colin

I sang a song at dusking timeBeneath the evening star,And Terence left his latest rhymeTo answer from afar.Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,And..

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To E.

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..

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In A Garden

THE world is resting without sound or motion,Behind the apple tree the sun goes downPainting with fire the spires and the windowsIn the elm-shaded..

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The Storm

I THOUGHT of you when I was wakenedBy a wind that made me glad and afraidOf the rushing, pouring sound of the seaThat the great trees made.One..

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The Sea Wind

I am a pool in a peaceful place,I greet the great sky face to face,I know the stars and the stately moonAnd the wind that runs with rippling..

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To 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..

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The New Moon

DAY, you have bruised and beaten me,As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,Beaten my body, bruised my soul,Left me nothing lovely or whole—Yet I..

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The Tree Of Song

I sang my songs for the rest,For you I am still;The tree of my song is bareOn its shining hill.For you came like a lordly wind,And the leaves were..

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Sappho Ii

Oh Litis, little slave, why will you sleep?These long Egyptian noons bend down your headBowed like the yarrow with a yellow bee.There, lift your eyes..

© Sara Teasdale

The Nights Remember

THE days remember and the nights rememberThe kingly hours that once you made so great,Deep in my heart they lie, hidden in their splendor,Buried like..

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If I Must Go

IF I must go to heaven's endClimbing the ages like a stair,Be near me and forever bendWith the same eyes above me there;Time will fly past us like..

© Sara Teasdale

Eight O’clock

SUPPER comes at five o'clock,At six, the evening star,My lover comes at eight o'clock—But eight o'clock is far.How could I bear my pain all dayUnless..

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To One Away

I heard a cry in the night,A thousand miles it came,Sharp as a flash of light,My name, my name!It was your voice I heard,You waked and loved me so--I..

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The Wanderer

I saw the sunset-colored sands,The Nile, like flowing fire between,Where Ramses stares forth sereneAnd ammon's heavy temple stands.I saw the rocks..

© Sara Teasdale

Union Square

With the man I love who loves me not,I walked in the street-lamps' flare;We watched the world go home that nightIn a flood through Union Square.I..

© Sara Teasdale