by Sara Teasdale
I went out at night alone; The young blood flowing beyond the sea Seemed to have drenched my spirit's wings, I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head From shadows shaken on the… Read the rest
I went out at night alone; The young blood flowing beyond the sea Seemed to have drenched my spirit's wings, I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head From shadows shaken on the… Read the rest
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 have looked Life in the eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise,… Read the rest
I wish for such a lot of things That never will come true, And yet I want them all so much I think they might, don't you? I want a little kitty-cat That's soft and tame and… Read the rest
I I cannot heed the words they say, The lights grow far away and dim, Amid the laughing men and maids My eyes unbidden seek for him. I hope that when he smiles at me He does… Read the rest
Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far, I pray you tell to me Is there a land where Love is not, By shore of any sea? For I am weary of the god, And I would flee from… Read the rest
Wind and hail and veering rain, Driven mist that veils the day, Soul's distress and body's pain, I would bear you while I may. I would love you if I might, For so soon my life will… Read the rest
Heaven-invading hills are drowned In wide moving waves of mist, Phlox before my door are wound In dripping wreaths of amethyst. Ten feet away the solid earth Changes into melting cloud, There is a hush of pain… Read the rest
In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever, clear-eyed daisies Always knew. Now the fields are brown and barren, Bitter autumn blows, And of all the stupid asters Not one… Read the rest
I watch the great clear twilight Veiling the ice-bowed trees; Their branches tinkle faintly With crystal melodies. The larches bend their silver Over the hush of snow; One star is lighted in the west, Two in the… Read the rest
I understood the rest too well, And all their thoughts have come to be Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell Of a sunny shallow sea. But you I never understood, Your spirit's secret hides like gold… Read the rest