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").
November
The world is tired, the year is old,The little leaves are glad to die,The wind goes shivering with coldAmong the rushes dry.Our love is dying like..
© Sara Teasdale
In Memoriam F.O.S.
You go a long and lovely journey,For all the stars, like burning dew,Are luminous and luring footprintsOf souls adventurous as you.Oh, if you lived..
© Sara Teasdale
Open Windows
Out of the window a sea of green trees Lift their soft boughs like the arms of a dancer;They beckon and call me, "Come out in the sun!" But I..
© Sara Teasdale
Guenevere
I was a queen, and I have lost my crown;A wife, and I have broken all my vows;A lover, and I ruined him I loved: --There is no other havoc left to..
© Sara Teasdale
The Carpenter's Son
The summer dawn came over-soon,The earth was like hot iron at noonIn Nazareth;There fell no rain to ease the heat,And dusk drew on with tired feetAnd..
© Sara Teasdale
The Blind
The birds are all a-building,They say the world's a-flower,And still I linger lonelyWithin a barren bower.I weave a web of fanciesOf tears and..
© Sara Teasdale
Sappho
The twilight's inner flame grows blue and deep,And in my Lesbos, over leagues of sea,The temples glimmer moonwise in the trees.Twilight has veiled..
© Sara Teasdale
When Love Was Born
When Love was born I think he layRight warm on Venus' breast,And whiles he smiled and whiles would playAnd whiles would take his rest.But always..
© Sara Teasdale
A Boy
OUT of the noise of tired people working,Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead,His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,Clean boyish..
© Sara Teasdale
The Return
I turned the key and opened wide the doorTo enter my deserted room again,Where thro' the long hot months the dust had lain.Was it not lonely when..
© Sara Teasdale
Old Tunes
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope,rose,Float in the garden when no wind blows,Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows;So the old tunes float in..
© Sara Teasdale
February
They spoke of him I loveWith cruel words and gay;My lips kept silent guardOn all I could not say.I heard, and down the streetThe lonely trees in the..
© Sara Teasdale
Morning
I went out on an April morningAll alone, for my heart was high,I was a child of the shining meadow,I was a sister of the sky.There in the windy flood..
© Sara Teasdale
May Night
The spring is fresh and fearlessAnd every leaf is new,The world is brimmed with moonlight,The lilac brimmed with dew.Here in the moving shadowsI..
© Sara Teasdale
Other Men
When I talk with other menI always think of you --Your words are keener than their words,And they are gentler, too.When I look at other men,I wish..
© Sara Teasdale
Other Men
When I talk with other menI always think of you --Your words are keener than their words,And they are gentler, too.When I look at other men,I wish..
© Sara Teasdale
The Lamp
If I can bear your love like a lamp before me,When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness,I shall not fear the everlasting shadows,Nor cry in..
© Sara Teasdale
The Fountain
Oh in the deep blue nightThe fountain sang alone;It sang to the drowsy heartOf a satyr carved in stone.The fountain sang and sangBut the satyr never..
© Sara Teasdale
The Faery Forest
The faery forest glimmeredBeneath an ivory moon,The silver grasses shimmeredAgainst a faery tune.Beneath the silken silenceThe crystal branches..
© Sara Teasdale
While I May
Wind and hail and veering rain,Driven mist that veils the day,Soul's distress and body's pain,I would bear you while I may.I would love you if I..
© Sara Teasdale
The Long Hill
I must have passed the crest a while agoAnd now I am going down--Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,But the brambles were always..
© Sara Teasdale
Broadway
This is the quiet hour; the theatersHave gathered in their crowds, and steadilyThe million lights blaze on for few to see,Robbing the sky of stars..
© Sara Teasdale
Night In Arizona
The moon is a charring emberDying into the dark;Off in the crouching mountainsCoyotes bark.The stars are heavy in heaven,Too great for the sky to..
© Sara Teasdale
The Prayer
My answered prayer came up to me,And in the silence thus spake he:"O you who prayed for me to come,Your greeting is but cold and dumb."My heart made..
© Sara Teasdale
In The Metropolitan Museum
Inside the tiny PantheonWe stood together silently,Leaving the restless crowsd awhile,As ships find shelter from the sea.The ancient centuries came..
© Sara Teasdale