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").
Two Minds
Your mind and mine are such great lovers theyHave freed themselves from cautious human clay,And on wild clouds of thought, naked togetherThey ride..
© Sara Teasdale
Lost Things
OH, I could let the world go by,Its loud new wonders and its wars,But how will I give up the skyWhen winter dusk is set with stars?And I could let..
© Sara Teasdale
Spring Torrents
WILL it always be like this until I am dead,Every spring must I bear it all againWith the first red haze of the budding maple boughs,And the first..
© Sara Teasdale
The Wind
A wind is blowing over my soul,I hear it cry the whole night thro' --Is there no peace for me on earthExcept with you?Alas, the wind has made me..
© Sara Teasdale
Sunset: St. Louis
HUSHED in the smoky haze of summer sunset,When I came home again from far-off places,How many times I saw my western cityDream by her river.Then for..
© Sara Teasdale
The Meeting
I'm happy, I'm happy,I saw my love to-day.He came along the crowded street,By all the ladies gay,And oh, he smiled and spoke to meBefore he went his..
© Sara Teasdale
Red Maples
IN the last year I have learnedHow few men are worth my trust;I have seen the friend I lovedStruck by death into the dust,And fears I never knew..
© Sara Teasdale
Song Ii
Like some rare queen of old romanceWho loved the gleam of helm and lanceIs she.A harper of King Arthur's daysShould praise her in a hundred lays:The..
© Sara Teasdale
Old Love And New
In my heart the old loveStruggled with the new,It was ghostly wakingAll night through.Dear things, kind thingsThat my old love said,Ranged themselves..
© Sara Teasdale
The Years
To-night I close my eyes and seeA strange procession passing me--The years before I saw your faceGo by me with a wistful grace;They pass, the..
© Sara Teasdale
In A Cuban Garden
HIBISCUS flowers are cups of fire,(Love me, my lover, life will not stay)The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind,A scarlet leaf is blowing away.A..
© Sara Teasdale
Roses And Rue
Bring me the roses white and red,And take the laurel leaves away;Yea, wreathe the roses round my headThat wearies 'neath the crown of bay.'We..
© Sara Teasdale
The Garden
MY heart is a garden tired with autumn,Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,The..
© Sara Teasdale
June Night
OH Earth, you are too dear to-night,How can I sleep while all aroundFloats rainy fragrance and the farDeep voice of the ocean that talks to the..
© Sara Teasdale
Thoughts
When I can make my thoughts come forthTo walk like ladies up and down,Each one puts on before the glassHer most becoming hat and gown.But oh, the shy..
© Sara Teasdale
Bells
AT six o'clock of an autumn duskWith the sky in the west a rusty red,The bells of the mission down in the valleyCry out that the day is dead.The..
© Sara Teasdale
Morning Song
A DIAMOND of a morningWaked me an hour too soon;Dawn had taken in the starsAnd left the faint white moon.O white moon, you are lonely,It is the same..
© Sara Teasdale
The Net
I MADE you many and many a song,Yet never one told all you are—It was as though a net of wordsWere flung to catch a star;It was as though I curved my..
© Sara Teasdale
Day And Night
IN Warsaw in PolandHalf the world away,The one I love best of allThought of me to-day;I know, for I wentWinged as a bird,In the wide flowing windHis..
© Sara Teasdale
September Midnight
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
Tonight
The moon is a curving flower of gold,The sky is still and blue;The moon was made for the sky to hold,And I for you;The moon is a flower without a..
© Sara Teasdale
Wishes
I wish for such a lot of thingsThat never will come true —And yet I want them all so muchI think they might, don't you?I want a little..
© Sara Teasdale
At Sea
IN the pull of the wind I stand, lonely,On the deck of a ship, rising, falling,Wild night around me, wild water under me,Whipped by the storm..
© Sara Teasdale
Pain
WAVES are the sea's white daughters,And raindrops the children of rain,But why for my shimmering bodyHave I a mother like Pain?Night is the mother of..
© Sara Teasdale
Dusk In Autumn
The moon is like a scimitar,A little silver scimitar,A-drifting down the sky.And near beside it is a star,A timid twinkling golden star,That watches..
© Sara Teasdale