Sara Teasdale Poems

In the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
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I have remembered beauty in the night,
Against black silences I waked to see
A shower of sunlight over Italy
And green Ravello dreaming on her height;
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Oh would I were the roses, that lie against her hands,
The heavy burning roses she touches as she stands!
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In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.
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The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.
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Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow--
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If I should see your eyes again,
I know how far their look would go --
Back to a morning in the park
With sapphire shadows on the snow.
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My soul is a dark ploughed field
In the cold rain;
My soul is a broken field
Ploughed by pain.
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After a year I came again to the place;
The tireless lights and the reverberation,
The angry thunder of trains that burrow the ground,
The hunted, hurrying people were still the same--
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I

O mother, I am sick of love,
I cannot laugh nor lift my head,
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