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").
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
Morning Song
A DIAMOND of a morningWaked me an hour too soon;Dawn had taken in the starsAnd left the faint white moon.O white moon, you are lonely,It is the same..
© Sara Teasdale
The Net
I MADE you many and many a song,Yet never one told all you are—It was as though a net of wordsWere flung to catch a star;It was as though I curved my..
© Sara Teasdale
Day And Night
IN Warsaw in PolandHalf the world away,The one I love best of allThought of me to-day;I know, for I wentWinged as a bird,In the wide flowing windHis..
© Sara Teasdale
September Midnight
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,Never a bird, but the passionless chant of..
© Sara Teasdale
Tonight
The moon is a curving flower of gold,The sky is still and blue;The moon was made for the sky to hold,And I for you;The moon is a flower without a..
© Sara Teasdale
Wishes
I wish for such a lot of thingsThat never will come true —And yet I want them all so muchI think they might, don't you?I want a little..
© Sara Teasdale
At Sea
IN the pull of the wind I stand, lonely,On the deck of a ship, rising, falling,Wild night around me, wild water under me,Whipped by the storm..
© Sara Teasdale
Pain
WAVES are the sea's white daughters,And raindrops the children of rain,But why for my shimmering bodyHave I a mother like Pain?Night is the mother of..
© Sara Teasdale
Dusk In Autumn
The moon is like a scimitar,A little silver scimitar,A-drifting down the sky.And near beside it is a star,A timid twinkling golden star,That watches..
© Sara Teasdale
Companion of My Heart
You curl beside me, soft and warm,A living shadow, safe from harm.Your gentle purrs, your quiet grace,Bring peace and calm to this small space.Though..
© International Cat Day
Whispers of the Night
When darkness falls, she softly roams,Through empty halls and quiet homes.A gentle paw, a silent tread,The night belongs to her instead.Yet in her..
© International Cat Day
The Playful Hunter
A leap, a bound, a sudden dash,Through the room with a merry flash.A string, a toy, a fluttering leaf,Moments of joy, so brief, so brief.Eyes aglow..
© International Cat Day
“Ode to a Cat”
O little cat, so soft and sly,A velvet shadow passing by.You chase the sunbeam on the floor,And leave your footprints at my door.Your purrs are..
© International Cat Day