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").

Eight O’clock

SUPPER comes at five o'clock,At six, the evening star,My lover comes at eight o'clock—But eight o'clock is far.How could I bear my pain all dayUnless..

© Sara Teasdale

To One Away

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--I..

© Sara Teasdale

The Wanderer

I saw the sunset-colored sands,The Nile, like flowing fire between,Where Ramses stares forth sereneAnd ammon's heavy temple stands.I saw the rocks..

© Sara Teasdale

Union Square

With the man I love who loves me not,I walked in the street-lamps' flare;We watched the world go home that nightIn a flood through Union Square.I..

© Sara Teasdale

The Shrine

There is no lord within my heart,Left silent as an empty shrineWhere rose and myrtle intertwine,Within a place apart.No god is there of carven..

© Sara Teasdale

Redbirds

REDBIRDS, redbirds,Long and long ago,What a honey-call you hadIn hills I used to know;Redbud, buckberry,Wild plum-treeAnd proud river..

© Sara Teasdale

Tides

Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowingWhere the starlike sea gulls soar;The sun was keen and the foam was blowingHigh on the rocky shore.But now..

© Sara Teasdale

Sappho Iii

The twilight's inner flame grows blue and deep,And in my Lesbos, over leagues of sea,The temples glimmer moon-wise in the trees.Twilight has veiled..

© Sara Teasdale

Nightfall

WE will never walk againAs we used to walk at night,Watching our shadows lengthenUnder the gold street-lightWhen the snow was new and white.We will..

© Sara Teasdale

The Song Maker

I made a hundred little songsThat told the joy and pain of love,And sang them blithely, tho' I knewNo whit thereof.I was a weaver deaf and blind;A..

© Sara Teasdale

Debtor

SO long as my spirit stillIs glad of breathAnd lifts its plumes of prideIn the dark face of death;While I am curious stillOf love and fame,Keeping my..

© Sara Teasdale

Lovely Chance

O LOVELY chance, what can I doTo give my gratefulness to you?You rise between myself and meWith a wise persistency;I would have broken body and..

© Sara Teasdale

Understanding

I understood the rest too well,And all their thoughts have come to beClear as grey sea-weed in the swellOf a sunny shallow sea.But you I never..

© Sara Teasdale

Twilight

Dreamily over the roofsThe cold spring rain is falling,Out in the lonely treeA bird is calling, calling.Slowly over the earthThe wings of night are..

© Sara Teasdale

The Wayfarer

Love entered in my heart one day,A sad, unwelcome guest;But when he begged that he might stay,I let him wait and rest.He broke my sleep with..

© Sara Teasdale

Places

PLACES I love come back to me like music,Hush me and heal me when I am very tired;I see the oak woods at Saxton's flamingIn a flare of crimson by the..

© Sara Teasdale

Summer Storm

THE panther windLeaps out of the night,The snake of lightningIs twisting and white,The lion of thunderRoars—and weSit still and contentUnder a..

© Sara Teasdale

Driftwood

MY forefathers gave meMy spirit's shaken flame,The shape of hands, the beat of heart,The letters of my name.But it was my lovers,And not my sleeping..

© Sara Teasdale

Gray Fog

A FOG drifts in, the heavy ladenCold white ghost of the sea—One by one the hills go out,The road and the pepper-tree.I watch the fog float in at the..

© Sara Teasdale

Effigy Of A Nun

Infinite gentleness, infinite ironyAre in this face with fast-sealed eyes,And round this mouth that learned in lonelinessHow useless their wisdom is..

© Sara Teasdale

Song Iii

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

Vignettes Overseas

I. Off GilbatrarBEYOND the sleepy hills of Spain,The sun goes down in yellow mist,The sky is fresh with dewy starsAbove a sea of amethyst.Yet in the..

© Sara Teasdale

Meadowlarks

IN the silver light after a storm,Under dripping boughs of bright new green,I take the low path to hear the meadowlarksAlone and high-hearted as if I..

© Sara Teasdale

The Love That Goes A-Begging

Oh Loves there are that enter in,And Loves there are that wait,And Loves that sit a-weepingWhose joy will come too late.For some there be that ope..

© Sara Teasdale

Sonnet

I saw a ship sail forth at evening time;Her prow was gilded by the western fire,And all her rigging one vast golden lyre,For winds to play on to the..

© Sara Teasdale