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").

A Little While

A little while when I am goneMy life will live in music after me,As spun foam lifted and borne onAfter the wave is lost in the full sea.A while these..

© Sara Teasdale

By The Sea

Beside an ebbing northern seaWhile stars awaken one by one,We walk together, I and he.He woos me with an easy graceThat proves him only half..

© Sara Teasdale

It Will Not Change

It will not change nowAfter so many years;Life has not broken itWith parting or tears;Death will not alter it,It will live onIn all my songs for..

© Sara Teasdale

The Look

Strephon kissed me in the spring,Robin in the fall,But Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all.Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,Robin's lost..

© Sara Teasdale

Beatrice

Send out the singers -- let the room be still;They have not eased my pain nor brought me sleep.Close out the sun, for I would have it darkThat I may..

© Sara Teasdale

The Dreams Of My Heart"

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,Nothing stays with me long,But I have had from a childThe deep solace of song;If that should ever leave..

© Sara Teasdale

A Minuet Of Mozart's

Across the dimly lighted roomThe violin drew wefts of sound,Airily they wove and woundAnd glimmered gold against the gloom.I watched the music turn..

© Sara Teasdale

A Cry

Oh, there are eyes that he can see,And hands to make his hands rejoice,But to my lover I must beOnly a voice.Oh, there are breasts to bear his..

© Sara Teasdale

Stars

Alone in the nightOn a dark hillWith pines around meSpicy and still,And a heaven full of starsOver my headWhite and topazAnd misty red;Myriads with..

© Sara Teasdale

A Fantasy

Her voice is like clear waterThat drips upon a stoneIn forests far and silentWhere Quiet plays alone.Her thoughts are like the lotusAbloom by sacred..

© Sara Teasdale

Houses Of Dreams

You took my empty dreamsAnd filled them every oneWith tenderness and nobleness,April and the sun.The old empty dreamsWhere my thoughts would..

© Sara Teasdale

Spring Rain

I thought I had forgotten,But it all came back againTo-night with the first spring thunderIn a rush of rain.I remembered a darkened doorwayWhere we..

© Sara Teasdale

The River

I came from the sunny valleysAnd sought for the open sea,For I thought in its gray expansesMy peace would come to me.I came at last to the oceanAnd..

© Sara Teasdale

Message

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..

© Sara Teasdale

I Shall Not Care

When I am dead and over me bright AprilShakes out her rain-drenched hair,Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,I shall not care.I shall have..

© Sara Teasdale

A Winter Bluejay

Crisply the bright snow whispered,Crunching beneath our feet;Behind us as we walked along the parkway,Our shadows danced,Fantastic shapes in vivid..

© Sara Teasdale

I Thought Of You

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,And walking up the long beach all aloneI heard the waves breaking in measured thunderAs you and I once..

© Sara Teasdale

If Death Is Kind

Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,We will come back to earth some fragrant night,And take these lanes to find the sea, and..

© Sara Teasdale

A Maiden

Oh if I were the velvet roseUpon the red rose vine,I'd climb to touch his windowAnd make his casement fine.And if I were the little birdThat twitters..

© Sara Teasdale

Did You Never Know?

Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me—That your love would never lessen and never go?You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,You..

© Sara Teasdale

My Heart Is Heavy

My heart is heavy with many a songLike ripe fruit bearing down the tree,But I can never give you one --My songs do not belong to me.Yet in the..

© Sara Teasdale

A Prayer

When I am dying, let me knowThat I loved the blowing snowAlthough it stung like whips;That I loved all lovely thingsAnd I tried to take their..

© Sara Teasdale

Paris In Spring

The city's all a-shiningBeneath a fickle sun,A gay young wind's a-blowing,The little shower is done.But the rain-drops still are clingingAnd falling..

© Sara Teasdale

Fear

I am afraid, oh I am so afraid!The cold black fear is clutching me to-nightAs long ago when they would take the lightAnd leave the little child who..

© Sara Teasdale

The Kiss

I hoped that he would love me,And he has kissed my mouth,But I am like a stricken birdThat cannot reach the south.For though I know he loves..

© Sara Teasdale