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").
Gray Eyes
It was April when you cameThe first time to me,And my first look in your eyesWas like my first look at the sea.We have been togetherFour Aprils..
© Sara Teasdale
Love Me
Brown Thrush singing all day longIn the leaves above me,Take my love this little song,"Love me, love me, love me!"When he harkens what you say,Bid..
© Sara Teasdale
Gifts
I gave my first love laughter,I gave my second tears,I gave my third love silenceThru all the years.My first love gave me singing,My second eyes to..
© Sara Teasdale
Moonlight
It will not hurt me when I am old,A running tide where moonlight burnedWill not sting me like silver snakes;The years will make me sad and cold,It is..
© Sara Teasdale
Like Barley Bending
Like barley bendingIn low fields by the sea,Singing in hard windCeaselessly;Like barley bendingAnd rising again,So would I, unbroken,Rise from..
© Sara Teasdale
Indian Summer
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
In A Railroad Station
We stood in the shrill electric light,Dumb and sick in the whirling dinWe who had all of love to sayAnd a single second to say it in."Good-by!"..
© Sara Teasdale
In The End
All that could never be said,All that could never be done,Wait for us at lastSomewhere back of the sun;All the heart broke to foregoShall be ours..
© Sara Teasdale
Dust
When I went to look at what had long been hidden,A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire—But only..
© Sara Teasdale
The Princess In The Tower
IThe Princess sings:I am the princess up in the towerAnd I dream the whole day thro'Of a knight who shall come with a silver spearAnd a waving plume..
© Sara Teasdale
Love And Death
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,And shall my soul that lies within your handRemember nothing, as the blowing sandForgets the palm where..
© Sara Teasdale
Leaves
One by one, like leaves from a treeAll my faiths have forsaken me;But the stars above my headBurn in white and delicate red,And beneath my feet the..
© Sara Teasdale
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