Morning

Child, Child

To-Night

I Remembered

There never was a mood of mine

Gay or heartbroken; luminous or dull

But you could ease me of its fever

and give it back to me more beautiful.

In many another soul I broke the bread,

and drank the wine,played the happy guest,

But I was lonely, I remembered you;

My heart belongs to him who knew it best.

Sara Teasdale

Enough

I tell myself this is enough, but AZ is so far away.

Buried Love

Come

COME, when the pale moon like a petal

Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,

Come with outstretched arms to take me,

Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying

Caught in the web of the years that pass,

And soon we two,so warm and eager,

Will be as the gray stones in the grass.




Sara Teasdale

Twilight

Twilight

DREAMILY over the roofs

The cold spring rain is falling,

Out in the lonely tree

A bird is calling, calling.

Slowly over the earth

The wings of night are falling;

My heart like the bird in the tree

Is calling, calling, calling.

But Not to Me

April Song

WILLOW in your April gown
Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by
All my dreaming?
Spring was like a call to me
That I could not answer,
I was chained to loneliness,
I, the dancer.
Willow, twinkling in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!

Sara Teasdale

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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 drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;

Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,

And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain --

The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten --

After the stillness, will spring come again?

Buried Love

I HAVE come to bury Love [I shall bury my weary Love]

Beneath a tree,

In the forest tall and black

Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head,

Nor stone at his feet,

For the mouth I loved so much

Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave,

For the woods are cold.

I shall gather as much of joy

As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun

Where the wide winds blow, --

But oh, I shall cry at night [But oh, I shall weep at night]

When none will know.





Sara Teasdale

Union Square

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 night

In a flood through Union Square.

I leaned to catch the words he said

That were light as a snowflake falling;

Ah well that he never leaned to hear

The words my heart was calling.

And on we walked and on we walked

Past the fiery lights of the picture shows --

Where the girls with thirsty eyes go by

On the errand each man knows.

And on we walked and on we walked,

At the door at last we said good-bye;

I knew by his smile he had not heard

My heart's unuttered cry.

With the man I love who loves me not

I walked in the street-lamps' flare --

But oh, the girls who can ask for love

In the lights of Union Square.

By Sara Teasdale, of course. :)

Gray Fog

Gray Fog
A fog drifts in, the heavy laden
Cold 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 window
With the whole world gone blind,
Everything, even my longing, drowses,
Even the thoughts in my mind.
I put my head on my hands before me,
There is nothing left to be done or said,
There is nothing to hope for, I am tired,
And heavy as the dead.

Sara Teasdale

Summer Night, Riverside

Summer Night, Riverside

IN the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
Glinting on black satin.
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
Sheltered us
While your kisses and the flowers,
Falling, falling,
Tangled my hair. . . .
The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky.
And now, far off
In the fragrant darkness
The tree is tremulous again with bloom
For June comes back.
To-night what girl
When she goes home,
Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair
This year's blossoms, clinging in its coils ?

Spray

Spray

I knew you thought of me all night,

I knew, though you were far away;

I felt your love blow over me

As if a dark wind-riven sea

Drenched me with quivering spray.

There are so many ways to love

And each way has its own delight --

Then be content to come to me

Only as spray the beating sea

Drives inland through the night.




Sara Teasdale

Hidden Love

I hope you are not sick of Sara. I love her poetry. This is my last Photo-shopped poem background combo I think. Unless I feel inspired to create more. I will try to shake it up a bit for you after this one. I promise!

The Kiss

I Would Live in Your Love

House of Dreams

Again, Sara's poem with my Photoshop created background.