Poems by Sara Teasdale
On A March Day
... From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound, Bear witness for me that I loved my life, ...
Blue Squills
... A bed of squills, how blue!And many a dancing April ...
Like Barley Bending
... Rise from pain;So would I softly, ...
Indian Summer
... Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters, ...
The Cloud
... But why do the pines on the mountain's crest ...
From The Woolworth Tower
... The sorrow, the torpor, the bitterness, the frail joy ...
Summer Night, Riverside
... . . . The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky ...
To A Picture Of Eleanor Duse
... Their faint, sad smile will still elude thee, Death ...
Vox Corporis
... Like the stealthy lord of the jungle, ...
Broadway
... This night is ours, of all the golden nights, ...
Song III
... Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, ...
Wisdom
... When I have looked Life in the eyes, ...
To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse With The Greek Fire, In "Francesca da Rimini"
... Which falling, quenched the flame in blood outpoured ...
Sonnet
... Are now but straight pale lips, and dull gold hair ...
A Minuet Of Mozart's
... Was drowned within the wave of night ...
