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").
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
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