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").
Swallow Flight
I love my hour of wind and light,I love men's faces and their eyes,I love my spirit's veering flightLike swallows under evening skies.
© Sara Teasdale
From The North
The northern woods are delicately sweet,The lake is folded softly by the shore,But I am restless for the subway's roar,The thunder and the hurrying..
© Sara Teasdale
Song At Capri
When beauty grows too great to bearHow shall I ease me of its ache,For beauty more than bitternessMakes the heart break.Now while I watch the..
© Sara Teasdale
May Day
The shining line of motors,The swaying motor-bus,The prancing dancing horsesAre passing by for us.The sunlight on the steeple,The toys we stop to..
© Sara Teasdale
For The Anniversary Of John Keats' Death
At midnight, when the moonlit cypress treesHave woven round his grave a magic shade,Still weeping the unfinished hymn he made,There moves fresh Maia..
© Sara Teasdale
The Lights Of New York
The lightning spun your garment for the nightOf silver filaments with fire shot thru,A broidery of lamps that lit for youThe steadfast splendor of..
© Sara Teasdale
Gramercy Park
For W. P.The little park was filled with peace,The walks were carpeted with snow,But every iron gate was locked.Lest if we entered, peace would go.We..
© Sara Teasdale
Testament
I said, "I will take my lifeAnd throw it away;I who was fire and songWill turn to clay.""I will lie no more in the nightWith shaken breath,I will..
© Sara Teasdale
Soul's Birth
When you were born, beloved, was your soulNew made by God to match your body's flower,And were they both at one same precious hourSent forth from..
© Sara Teasdale
Faces
PEOPLE that I meet and passIn the city's broken roar,Faces that I lose so soonAnd have never found before,Do you know how much you tellIn the meeting..
© Sara Teasdale
The Giver
You bound strong sandals on my feet,You gave me bread and wine,And sent me under sun and stars,For all the world was mine.Oh, take the sandals off my..
© Sara Teasdale
Helen Of Troy
Wild flight on flight against the fading dawnThe flames' red wings soar upward duskily.This is the funeral pyre and Troy is deadThat sparkled so the..
© Sara Teasdale
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