Archives for Teasdale, Sara
Wild Asters by Sara Teasdale
Wild Asters
by Sara Teasdale
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever little daisies
Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the ...
Helen of Troy by Sara Teasdale
Helen of Troy
by Sara Teasdale
Wild flight on flight against the fading dawn
The flames' red wings soar upward duskily.
This is the funeral pyre and Troy is dead
That sparkled so the day ...
Old Tunes by Sara Teasdale
Old Tunes by Sara Teasdale
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose,
Float in the garden when no wind blows,
Come to us, go from us, whence ...
WORDS FOR AN OLD AIR by Sara Teasdale
WORDS FOR AN OLD AIR by Sara Teasdale
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 ...
Those Who Love by Sara Teasdale
Those Who Love by Sara Teasdale
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, ...
The Blind by Sara Teasdale
The Blind
by Sara Teasdale
The birds are all a-building,
They say the world's a-flower,
And still I linger lonely
Within a barren bower.
I weave a web of fancies
Of tears and darkness spun.
How shall I ...