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").

Desert Pools

I love too much; I am a riverSurging with spring that seeks the sea,I am too generous a giver,Love will not stoop to drink of me.His feet will turn..

© Sara Teasdale

In The Train

Fields beneath a quilt of snowFrom which the rocks and stubble sleep,And in the west a shy white starThat shivers as it wakes from deep.The restless..

© Sara Teasdale

The Kind Moon

I think the moon is very kindTo take such trouble just for me.He came along with me from homeTo keep me company.He went as fast as I could run;I..

© Sara Teasdale

Dusk In June

Evening, and all the birdsIn a chorus of shimmering soundAre easing their hearts of joyFor miles around.The air is blue and sweet,The few first stars..

© 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

Love-Free

I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,Swift and intent, asking no joy from another,Glad to forget all of the passion of AprilEre it..

© Sara Teasdale

Song

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

Jewls

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

Embers

I said, "My youth is goneLike a fire beaten out by the rain,That will never sway and singOr play with the wind again."I said, "It is no great..

© Sara Teasdale

Dew

As dew leaves the cobweb lightlyThreaded with stars,Scattering jewels on the fenceAnd the pasture bars;As dawn leaves the dry grass brightAnd the..

© Sara Teasdale

Grandfather's Love

They said he sent his love to me,They wouldn't put it in my hand,And when I asked them where it wasThey said I couldn't understand.I thought they..

© Sara Teasdale

The Coin

INTO my heart's treasuryI slipped a coinThat time cannot takeNor a thief purloin,—Oh better than the mintingOf a gold-crowned kingIs the safe-kept..

© Sara Teasdale

New Love And Old

In my heart the old loveStruggled with the new;It was ghostly wakingAll night thru.Dear things, kind things,That my old love said,Ranged themselves..

© Sara Teasdale

Four Winds

"Four winds blowing thro' the sky,You have seen poor maidens die,Tell me then what I shall doThat my lover may be true."Said the wind from out the..

© Sara Teasdale

Dooryard Roses

I have come the selfsame pathTo the selfsame door,Years have left the roses thereBurning as beforeWhile I watch them in the windQuick the hot tears..

© Sara Teasdale

In A Restaurant

The darkened street was muffled with the snow,The falling flakes had made your shoulders white,And when we found a shelter from the nightIts glamor..

© Sara Teasdale

The Mystery

Your eyes drink of me,Love makes them shine,Your eyes that leanSo close to mine.We have long been lovers,We know the rangeOf each other's moodsAnd..

© Sara Teasdale

Central Park At Dusk

Buildings above the leafless treesLoom high as castles in a dream,While one by one the lamps come outTo thread the twilight with a gleam.There is no..

© Sara Teasdale

Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow

I. Spirit's HouseFrom naked stones of agonyI will build a house for me;As a mason all aloneI will raise it, stone by stone,And every stone where I..

© Sara Teasdale

Water Lilies

If you have forgotten water lilies floatingOn a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy..

© Sara Teasdale

In The Carpenter's Shop

Mary sat in the corner dreaming,Dim was the room and low,While in the dusk, the saw went screamingTo and fro.Jesus and Joseph toiled together,Mary..

© Sara Teasdale

Swans

Night is over the park, and a few brave starsLook on the lights that link it with chains of gold,The lake bears up their reflection in broken..

© Sara Teasdale

What Do I Care?

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,That my songs do not show me at all?For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,I..

© Sara Teasdale

Only In Sleep"

Only in sleep I see their faces,Children I played with when I was a child,Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,Annie with ringlets warm and..

© Sara Teasdale

The Rose And The Bee

IF I were a bee and you were a rose,Would you let me in when the gray wind blows?Would you hold your petals wide apart,Would you let me in to find..

© Sara Teasdale