{"id":65983,"date":"2024-08-13T21:41:36","date_gmt":"2024-08-13T21:41:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=65983"},"modified":"2025-09-21T01:36:46","modified_gmt":"2025-09-21T01:36:46","slug":"the-ghost-by-sara-teasdale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-ghost-by-sara-teasdale\/","title":{"rendered":"The Ghost by Sara Teasdale"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-dominant-color=\"403d32\" data-has-transparency=\"false\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 1600px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 1600\/900;--dominant-color: #403d32;\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-65987 not-transparent lazyload\" data-src=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/Copy-of-Copy-of-Taming-the-Devil-jpg.webp\" alt=\"The Ghost by Sara Teasdale\" width=\"1600\" height=\"900\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/Copy-of-Copy-of-Taming-the-Devil-jpg.webp 1600w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/Copy-of-Copy-of-Taming-the-Devil-300x169.webp 300w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/Copy-of-Copy-of-Taming-the-Devil-1024x576.webp 1024w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/Copy-of-Copy-of-Taming-the-Devil-768x432.webp 768w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/Copy-of-Copy-of-Taming-the-Devil-1536x864.webp 1536w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 1600px) 100vw, 1600px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" \/><\/p>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Ghost<\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Sara Teasdale<\/p>\n<p>I went back to the clanging city,<br \/>\nI went back where my old loves stayed,<br \/>\nBut my heart was full of my new love&#8217;s glory,<br \/>\nMy eyes were laughing and unafraid.<\/p>\n<p>I met one who had loved me madly<br \/>\nAnd told his love for all to hear,<br \/>\nBut we talked of a thousand things together,<br \/>\nThe past was buried too deep to fear.<\/p>\n<p>I met the other, whose love was given<br \/>\nWith never a kiss and scarcely a word,<br \/>\nOh, it was then the terror took me<br \/>\nOf words unuttered that breathed and stirred.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, love that lives its life with laughter<br \/>\nOr love that lives its life with tears<br \/>\nCan die, but love that is never spoken<br \/>\nGoes like a ghost through the winding years&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>I went back to the clanging city,<br \/>\nI went back where my old loves stayed,<br \/>\nMy heart was full of my new love&#8217;s glory,<br \/>\nBut my eyes were suddenly afraid.<\/p>\n<p>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":"<p>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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":65987,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[418,469,113],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65983","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-halloween-poems","category-horror-poem","category-teasdale"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65983","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65983"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65983\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/65987"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65983"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65983"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65983"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}