Poems by Sara Teasdale
Dusk In War Time
... The key in the latch and the strong quick tread- ...
To An Aeolian Harp
... Unknown to him who sings, thro' lips that live, ...
Alchemy
... For I shall learn from flower and leaf ...
Faces
... To have pierced your poor disguise ...
To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse In "The Dead City" II
... And brought the dawn to where the dark has lain, ...
In a Subway Station
... The hunted hurrying people were still the same&hellip ...
To A Castillan Song
... And while he read, my love-filled heart was stung, ...
To Joy
... Joy holds more grace than pain can ever give, ...
Gramercy Park
... For W. P. The little park was filled with peace, ...
Eight OClock
... The clock-hands laboring to bring ...
Dooryard Roses
... Strange so frail a flame outlasts ...
Song At Capri
... With isles like flowers against her breast, ...
The Song For Colin
... Pierrot laid down his lute to weep, ...
To Eleonora Duse In "The Dead City"
... Where all the times and countries mix and meet, ...
Primavera Mia
... Your words like winged seeds took root and grew, ...
