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29 Poems by Sara Teasdale

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11/28/2017
Sara Teasdale Poems

Sara Teasdale Poems




After Love
By Sarah Teasdale

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.


You were the wind and I the sea -
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.


But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.



Buried Love
By Sara Teasdale

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 weep at night
When none will know.



Enough
By Sara Teasdale

It is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him;
Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim.


I have no care to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea--
It is enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me.



If I Must Go
By Sara Teasdale

IF I must go to heaven's end
Climbing the ages like a stair,
Be near me and forever bend
With the same eyes above me there;
Time will fly past us like leaves flying,
We shall not heed, for we shall be
Beyond living, beyond dying,
Knowing and known unchangeably.




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A Cry
By Sara Teasdale

Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
Only a voice.


Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,
And lips whereon his lips can lie,
But I must be till I am dead
Only a cry.



Stars
By Sara Teasdale

Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,



And a heaven full of stars
Over my head
White and topaz
And misty red;


Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
The aeons
Cannot vex or tire;


Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill
I watch them marching
Stately and still.


And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.



The Answer
By Sara Teasdale

When I go back to earth
And all my joyous body
Puts off the red and white
That once had been so proud,
If men should pass above
With false and feeble pity,
My dust will find a voice
To answer them aloud:


"Be still, I am content,
Take back you poor compassion,
Joy was a flame in me
Too steady to destroy;
Lithe as a bending reed
Loving the storm that sways her--
I found more joy in sorrow
Than you could find in joy."



After Parting
By Sara Teasdale

Oh I have sown my love so wide
That he will find it everywhere;
It will awake him in the night,
It will enfold him in the air.


I set my shadow in his sight
And I have winged it with desire,
That it may be a cloud by day
And in the night a shaft of fire.




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A Fantasy
By Sara Teasdale

Her voice is like clear water
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.


Her thoughts are like the lotus
Abloom by sacred streams
Beneath the temple arches
Where Quiet sits and dreams.


Her kisses are the roses
That glow while dusk is deep
In Persian garden closes
Where Quiet falls asleep.



A Litte While
By Sara Teasdale

A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.


A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.




I Thought Of You
By Sara Teasdale

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.


Around me were the enchoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages
lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.



A Prayer
By Sara Teasdale

When I am dying, let me know
That I loved the blowing snow
Although it stung like whips;
That I loved all lovely things
And I tried to take their stings
With gay unembittered lips;
That I loved with all my strength,
To my soul's full depth and length,
Careless if my heart must break,
That I sang as children sing
Fitting tunes to everything,
Loving life for its own sake




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Deep In The Night
By Sara Teasdale

Deep in the night the cry of a swallow,
Under the stars he flew,
Keen as pain was his call to follow
Over the world to you.


Love in my heart is a cry forever
Lost as the swallow's flight,
Seeking for you and never, never
Stilled by the stars at night.



Dew
By Sara Teasdale

As dew leaves the cobweb lightly
Threaded with stars,
Scattering jewels on the fence
And the pasture bars;
As dawn leaves the dry grass bright
And the tangled weeds
Bearing a rainbow gem
On each of their seeds;
So has your love, my lover,
Fresh as the dawn,
Made me a shining road
To travel on,
Set every common sight
Of tree or stone
Delicately alight
For me alone.



Dreams
By Sara Teasdale

I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all--
But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.


I tear myself from sleep with a shiver
But on my breast a kiss is hot,
And by my bed the ghostly giver
Is waiting tho' I see him not.



But Not To Me
By Sara Teasdale

The April is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.


My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be,
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.




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Hidden Love
By Sara Teasdale

I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the laughter in my eyes,
That when we meet he may not know
My love that never dies.


But sometimes when he dreams at night
Of fragrant forests green and dim,
It may be that my love crept out
And brought the dream to him.


And sometimes when his heart is sick
And suddenly grows well again,
It may be that my love was there
To free his life of pain.



I Am Not Yours
By Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.


You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love--put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.



I Love You
By Sara Teasdale

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.


When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the wind that blow.


Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.


O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.



I Would Live In Your Love
By Sara Teasdale

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 my soul of the dreams that have
gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would
follow your soul as it leads.




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Longing
By Sara Teasdale

I am sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.


I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.



Less Than The Cloud To The Wind
By Sara Teasdale

Less than the cloud to the wind,
Less than the foam to the sea,
Less than the rose to the storm,
Am I to thee.


More than the star to the night,
More than the rain to the tree,
More than heaven to earth
Art thou to me.



Joy
By Sara Teasdale

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 lasting can die!


I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!



Love Me
By Sara Teasdale

Brown Thrush singing all day long
In the leaves above me,
Take my love this little song,
"Love me, love me, love me!"


When he harkens what you say,
Bid him, lest he miss me,
Leave his work or leave his play,
And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!




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Wisdom
By Sara Teasdale

When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learn that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I have looked life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange--my youth.



Peace
By Sara Teasdale

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.


I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.


I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies--
You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.





Morning
By Sara Teasdale

I went out on an April morning
All 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 of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.



Moonlight
By Sara Teasdale

It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.


The heart asks more than life can give,
When that is learned, then all is learned;
The waves break fold on jewelled fold,
But beauty itself is fugitive,
It will not hurt me when I am old.



Come
By Sara Teasdale

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.



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