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").
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
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
The Rose
Beneath my chamber windowPierrot was singing, singing;I heard his lute the whole night thruUntil the east was red.Alas, alas Pierrot,I had no rose..
© Sara Teasdale
From The Sea
All beauty calls you to me, and you seem,Past twice a thousand miles of shifting sea,To reach me. You are as the wind I breatheHere on the ship's..
© Sara Teasdale
Doctors
Every night I lie awakeAnd every day I lie abedAnd hear the doctors, Pain and Death,Confering at my head.They speak in scientific tones,Professional..
© Sara Teasdale
Crowned
I wear a crown invisible and clear,And go my lifted royal way apartSince you have crowned me softly in your heartWith love that is half ardent, half..
© Sara Teasdale