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").
Let It Be Forgotten
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,Let it be forgotten forever and ever,Time is a kind..
© Sara Teasdale
Anadyomene
The wide, bright temple of the world I found,And entered from the dizzy infiniteThat I might kneel and worship thee in it;Leaving the singing stars..
© Sara Teasdale
I Would Live In Your Love
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;I would empty..
© Sara Teasdale
Spring In War Time
I feel the Spring far off, far off,The faint far scent of bud and leaf--Oh how can Spring take heart to comeTo a world in grief,Deep grief?The sun..
© Sara Teasdale
I Love You
When April bends above meAnd finds me fast asleepDust need not keep the secretA live heart died to keep.When April tells the thrushes,The..
© Sara Teasdale
Come
Come, when the pale moon like a petalFloats in the pearly dusk of spring,Come with outstretched arms to take me,Come with lips pursed up to..
© Sara Teasdale
The Flight
Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,Let our flight be far in sun or windy..
© Sara Teasdale
Buried Love
I shall bury my weary LoveBeneath a tree,In the forest tall and blackWhere none can see.I shall put no flowers at his head,Nor stone at his feet,For..
© Sara Teasdale
Young Love
II cannot heed the words they say,The lights grow far away and dim,Amid the laughing men and maidsMy eyes unbidden seek for him.I hope that when he..
© Sara Teasdale
A November Night
There! See the line of lights,A chain of stars down either side the street --Why can't you lift the chain and give it to me,A necklace for my throat?..
© Sara Teasdale
Oh Day Of Fire And Sun
Oh day of fire and sun,Pure as a naked flame,Blue sea, blue sky and dunSands where he spoke my name;Laughter and hearts so highThat the spirit flew..
© Sara Teasdale
But Not To Me
The April night is still and sweetWith flowers on every tree;Peace comes to them on quiet feet,But not to me.My peace is hidden in his breastWhere I..
© Sara Teasdale
Peace
Peace flows into meAs the tide to the pool by the shore;It is mine forevermore,It ebbs not back like the sea.I am the pool of blueThat worships the..
© Sara Teasdale
Joy
I am wild, I will sing to the trees,I will sing to the stars in the sky,I love, I am loved, he is mine,Now at last I can die!I am sandaled with wind..
© Sara Teasdale
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