{"id":65921,"date":"2024-06-03T02:47:42","date_gmt":"2024-06-03T02:47:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=65921"},"modified":"2024-06-03T02:47:42","modified_gmt":"2024-06-03T02:47:42","slug":"august-moonrise-by-sara-teasdale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/august-moonrise-by-sara-teasdale\/","title":{"rendered":"August Moonrise by Sara Teasdale"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"August<\/h2>\n

August Moonrise<\/h2>\n

by Sara Teasdale<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0The sun was gone, and the moon was coming
\nOver the blue Connecticut hills;
\nThe west was rosy, the east was flushed,
\nAnd over my head the swallows rushed
\nThis way and that, with changeful wills.
\nI heard them twitter and watched them dart
\nNow together and now apart
\nLike dark petals blown from a tree;
\nThe maples stamped against the west
\nWere black and stately and full of rest,
\nAnd the hazy orange moon grew up
\nAnd slowly changed to yellow gold
\nWhile the hills were darkened, fold on fold
\nTo a deeper blue than a flower could hold.
\nDown the hill I went, and then
\nI forgot the ways of men,
\nFor night-scents, heady, and damp and cool
\nWakened ecstasy in me
\nOn the brink of a shining pool.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0O Beauty, out of many a cup
\nYou have made me drunk and wild
\nEver since I was a child,
\nBut when have I been sure as now
\nThat no bitterness can bend
\nAnd no sorrow wholly bow
\nOne who loves you to the end?
\nAnd though I must give my breath
\nAnd my laughter all to death,
\nAnd my eyes through which joy came,
\nAnd my heart, a wavering flame;
\nIf all must leave me and go back
\nAlong a blind and fearful track
\nSo that you can make anew,
\nFusing with intenser fire,
\nSomething nearer your desire;
\nIf my soul must go alone
\nThrough a cold infinity,
\nOr even if it vanish, too,
\nBeauty, I have worshipped you.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0Let this single hour atone
\nFor the theft of all of me.<\/p>\n

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American lyric poet known for her intimate and emotional poetry. Her collections, including \u201cHelen of Troy and Other Poems\u201d (1911) and \u201cLove Songs\u201d (1918), which won the first Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, established her as a leading poet of her time. Despite personal struggles, Teasdale\u2019s work remains widely admired for its beauty, simplicity, and depth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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