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").

The Answer

When I go back to earthAnd all my joyous bodyPuts off the red and whiteThat once had been so proud,If men should pass aboveWith false and feeble..

© Sara Teasdale

Doubt

My soul lives in my body's house,And you have both the house and her—But sometimes she is less your ownThan a wild, gay adventurer;A restless and an..

© Sara Teasdale

Ebb Tide

When the long day goes byAnd I do not see your face,The old wild, restless sorrowSteals from its hiding place.My day is barren and broken,Bereft of..

© Sara Teasdale

Longing

I am not sorry for my soulThat it must go unsatisfied,For it can live a thousand times,Eternity is deep and wide.I am not sorry for my soul,But oh..

© Sara Teasdale

Spring Night

The park is filled with night and fog,The veils are drawn about the world,The drowsy lights along the pathsAre dim and pearled.Gold and gleaming the..

© Sara Teasdale

Snow Song

Fairy snow, fairy snow,Blowing, blowing everywhere,Would that IToo, could flyLightly, lightly through the air.Like a wee, crystal starI should drift..

© Sara Teasdale

Less Than The Cloud To The Wind

Less than the cloud to the wind,Less than the foam to the sea,Less than the rose to the storm,Am I to thee.More than the star to the night,More than..

© Sara Teasdale

I Have Loved Hours At Sea

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,The fragile secret of a flower,Music, the making of a poemThat gave me heaven for an hour;First stars above a..

© Sara Teasdale

Enough

It is enough for me by dayTo walk the same bright earth with him;Enough that over us by nightThe same great roof of stars is dim.I have no care to..

© Sara Teasdale

Immortal

So soon my body will have goneBeyond the sound and sight of men,And tho' it wakes and suffers now,Its sleep will be unbroken then;But oh, my frail..

© Sara Teasdale

Moods

I am the still rain falling,Too tired for singing mirth--Oh, be the green fields calling,Oh, be for me the earth!I am the brown bird piningTo leave..

© Sara Teasdale

The Crystal Gazer

I shall gather myself into myself again,I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,Fusing them into a polished crystal ballWhere I can see..

© Sara Teasdale

Debt

What do I owe to youWho loved me deep and long?You never gave my spirit wingsOr gave my heart a song.But oh, to him I lovedWho loved me not at all,I..

© Sara Teasdale

Faults

They came to tell your faults to me,They named them over one by one;I laughed aloud when they were done,I knew them all so well before, -Oh, they..

© Sara Teasdale

Dreams

I gave my life to another lover,I gave my love, and all, and all--But over a dream the past will hover,Out of a dream the past will call.I tear..

© Sara Teasdale

Wisdom

When I have ceased to break my wingsAgainst the faultiness of things,And learned that compromises waitBehind each hardly opened gate,When I have..

© Sara Teasdale

The Old Maid

I saw her in a Broadway car,The woman I might grow to be;I felt my lover look at herAnd then turn suddenly to me.Her hair was dull and drew no..

© Sara Teasdale

February Twilight

I stood beside a hillSmooth with new-laid snow,A single star looked outFrom the cold evening glow.There was no other creatureThat saw what I could..

© Sara Teasdale

At Night

We are apart; the city grows quiet between us,She hushes herself, for midnight makes heavy her eyes,The tangle of traffic is ended, the cars are..

© Sara Teasdale

Blue Squills

How many million Aprils came Before I ever knewHow white a cherry bough could be, A bed of squills, how blue.And many a dancing April When life..

© Sara Teasdale

Love In Autumn

I sought among the drifting leaves,The golden leaves that once were green,To see if Love were hiding thereAnd peeping out between.For thro' the..

© Sara Teasdale

I Remembered

There never was a mood of mine,Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,But you could ease me of its feverAnd give it back to me more beutiful.In many..

© Sara Teasdale

At Midnight

Now at last I have come to see what life is,Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,And the brave victories that seem so splendidAre never..

© Sara Teasdale

Hidden Love

I hid the love within my heart,And lit the laughter in my eyes,That when we meet he may not knowMy love that never dies.But sometimes when he dreams..

© Sara Teasdale

Deep In The Night

Deep in the night the cry of a swallow,Under the stars he flew,Keen as pain was his call to followOver the world to you.Love in my heart is a cry..

© Sara Teasdale