Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

New Love And Old - Poem by Sara Teasdale

In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new;
It was ghostly waking
All night thru.

Dear things, kind things,
That my old love said,
Ranged themselves reproachfully
Round my bed.

But I could not heed them,
For I seemed to see
The eyes of my new love
Fixed on me.

Old love, old love,
How can I be true?
Shall I be faithless to myself
Or to you?


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (7/9/2016 10:15:00 AM)

    The struggle between the two nicely written...Liked it, thanks for sharing..10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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