Sara Teasdale (8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)
Poems of Sara Teasdale
|42.||Dusk in War Time||12/31/2002|
|48.||Evening: New York||12/31/2002|
|55.||Houses of Dreams||12/31/2002|
|57.||I Shall Not Care||12/31/2002|
|58.||I Thought of You||12/31/2002|
|59.||I Would Live In Your Love||12/31/2002|
|60.||If Death Is Kind||12/31/2002|
Willow, in your April gown
Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by
All my dreaming?
Spring was like a call to me
That I could not answer,
I was chained to loneliness,
I, the dancer.
Willow, twinkling in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!