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Two Songs For Solitude Two Songs For Solitude

Two Songs For Solitude
I ~The Crystal Gazer~ I shall gather myself into myself again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one, I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun. I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent, Watching the future come and the present go-- And the little shifting pictures of people rushing In tiny self-importance to and fro. II ~The Solitary~... Poems - Post by : surimanickam - Date : September 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 773

Those Who Love Those Who Love

Those Who Love
Those who love the most Do not talk of their love; Francesca, Guenevere, Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise In the fragrant gardens of heaven Are silent, or speak, if at all, Of fragile, inconsequent things. And a woman I used to know Who loved one man from her youth, Against the strength of the fates Fighting in lonely pride, Never spoke of this thing, But hearing his name by chance, A light would pass over her face.(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Those Who Love... Poems - Post by : Andrewatx - Date : September 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 1274

Words For An Old Air Words For An Old Air

Words For An Old Air
Your heart is bound tightly, let Beauty beware; It is not hers to set Free from the snare. Tell her a bleeding hand Bound it and tied it; Tell her the knot will stand Though she deride it. One who withheld so long All that you yearned to take, Has made a snare too strong For Beauty's self to break.(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Words For An Old Air... Poems - Post by : mmcqueen - Date : September 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 744

Twilight (tucson) Twilight (tucson)

Twilight (tucson)
Aloof as aged kings, Wearing like them the purple, The mountains ring the mesa Crowned with a dusky light; Many a time I watched That coming-on of darkness Till stars burned through the heavens Intolerably bright. It was not long I lived there, But I became a woman Under those vehement stars, For it was there I heard For the first time my spirit Forging an iron rule for me, As though with slow cold hammers Beating out word by word: "Take love when love... Poems - Post by : skynote - Date : September 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 1686

Winter Sun Winter Sun

Winter Sun
There was a bush with scarlet berries, And there were hemlocks heaped with snow, With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches They took the wind and let it go. The hills were shining in their samite, Fold after fold they flowed away; "Let come what may," your eyes were saying, "At least we two have had to-day."(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Winter Sun... Poems - Post by : ggross - Date : September 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 890

Wisdom (it Was A Night Of Early Spring) Wisdom (it Was A Night Of Early Spring)

Wisdom (it Was A Night Of Early Spring)
It was a night of early spring, The winter-sleep was scarcely broken; Around us shadows and the wind Listened for what was never spoken. Though half a score of years are gone, Spring comes as sharply now as then-- But if we had it all to do It would be done the same again. It was a spring that never came; But we have lived enough to know That what we never have, remains; It is the things... Poems - Post by : ecoverdesign - Date : September 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 888

A November Night A November Night

A November Night
There! See the line of lights, A chain of stars down either side the street-- Why can't you lift the chain and give it to me, A necklace for my throat? I'd twist it round And you could play with it. You smile at me As though I were a little dreamy child Behind whose eyes the fairies live. . . .... Poems - Post by : koolmoss - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 2428

Message Message

Message
I heard a cry in the night, A thousand miles it came, Sharp as a flash of light, My name, my name! It was your voice I heard, You waked and loved me so-- I send you back this word, I know, I know!(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Message... Poems - Post by : Ron_Rea - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 774

Embers Embers

Embers
I said, "My youth is gone Like a fire beaten out by the rain, That will never sway and sing Or play with the wind again." I said, "It is no great sorrow That quenched my youth in me, But only little sorrows Beating ceaselessly." I thought my youth was gone, But you returned-- Like a flame at the call of the wind It leaped and burned; Threw off its ashen cloak, And gowned anew Gave itself like a bride... Poems - Post by : hallmark - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 1363

Other Men Other Men

Other Men
When I talk with other men I always think of you-- Your words are keener than their words, And they are gentler, too. When I look at other men, I wish your face were there, With its gray eyes and dark skin And tossed black hair. When I think of other men, Dreaming alone by day, The thought of you like a strong wind Blows the dreams away.(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Other Men... Poems - Post by : sergio - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 2055

Doubt Doubt

Doubt
My soul lives in my body's house, And you have both the house and her-- But sometimes she is less your own Than a wild, gay adventurer; A restless and an eager wraith, How can I tell what she will do-- Oh, I am sure of my body's faith, But what if my soul broke faith with you?(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Doubt... Poems - Post by : Sharon_and_Roy - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 1513

Houses Of Dreams Houses Of Dreams

Houses Of Dreams
You took my empty dreams And filled them every one With tenderness and nobleness, April and the sun. The old empty dreams Where my thoughts would throng Are far too full of happiness To even hold a song. Oh, the empty dreams were dim And the empty dreams were wide, They were sweet and shadowy houses Where my thoughts could hide. But you took my dreams away And you made them all come true-- My thoughts have no place now... Poems - Post by : Buildcontent - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 2346

Ebb Tide Ebb Tide

Ebb Tide
When the long day goes by And I do not see your face, The old wild, restless sorrow Steals from its hiding place. My day is barren and broken, Bereft of light and song, A sea beach bleak and windy That moans the whole day long. To the empty beach at ebb tide, Bare with its rocks and scars, Come back like the sea with singing, And light of a million stars.(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Ebb Tide... Poems - Post by : markrav - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 3158

To-night To-night

To-night
The moon is a curving flower of gold, The sky is still and blue; The moon was made for the sky to hold, And I for you. The moon is a flower without a stem, The sky is luminous; Eternity was made for them, To-night for us.(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: To-Night... Poems - Post by : Brian_Cook - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 1698

Dew (as Dew Leaves The Cobweb Lightly) Dew (as Dew Leaves The Cobweb Lightly)

Dew (as Dew Leaves The Cobweb Lightly)
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.(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Dew (As dew leaves the cobweb... Poems - Post by : epierce - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 3433

Wood Song Wood Song

Wood Song
I heard a wood thrush in the dusk Twirl three notes and make a star-- My heart that walked with bitterness Came back from very far. Three shining notes were all he had, And yet they made a starry call-- I caught life back against my breast And kissed it, scars and all.(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Wood Song... Poems - Post by : Lionel - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 1176

In A Burying Ground In A Burying Ground

In A Burying Ground
This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me, These are the grasses that will blow Above me like a living sea. These gay old lilies will not shrink To draw their life from death of mine, And I will give my body's fire To make blue flowers on this vine. "O Soul," I said, "have you no tears? Was not the body dear to you?" I heard my soul say carelessly, "The myrtle flowers will grow more... Poems - Post by : vmax21 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 1041

Wisdom (when I Have Ceased To Break My Wings) Wisdom (when I Have Ceased To Break My Wings)

Wisdom (when I Have Ceased To Break My Wings)
When I have ceased to break my wings Against the faultiness of things, And learned that compromises wait Behind each hardly opened gate, When I can look Life in the eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise, Life will have given me the Truth, And taken in exchange--my youth.(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Wisdom... Poems - Post by : rodneyzeng - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 3487

Lessons Lessons

Lessons
Unless I learn to ask no help From any other soul but mine, To seek no strength in waving reeds Nor shade beneath a straggling pine; Unless I learn to look at Grief Unshrinking from her tear-blind eyes, And take from Pleasure fearlessly Whatever gifts will make me wise-- Unless I learn these things on earth, Why was I ever given birth?(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Lessons... Poems - Post by : Jahn_A - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 1629

Mastery Mastery

Mastery
I would not have a god come in To shield me suddenly from sin, And set my house of life to rights; Nor angels with bright burning wings Ordering my earthly thoughts and things; Rather my own frail guttering lights Wind blown and nearly beaten out; Rather the terror of the nights And long, sick groping after doubt; Rather be lost than let my soul Slip vaguely from my own control-- Of my own spirit let me be In sole though feeble mastery.(The end)Sara Teasdale's poem: Mastery... Poems - Post by : CactusAnnie - Date : May 2011 - Author : Sara Teasdale - Read : 1853