Sara Teasdale Poems

My soul lives in my body's house,
And you have both the house and her—
But sometimes she is less your own
Than a wild, gay adventurer;
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When I go back to earth
And all my joyous body
Puts off the red and white
That once had been so proud,
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I wear a crown invisible and clear,
And go my lifted royal way apart
Since you have crowned me softly in your heart
With love that is half ardent, half austere;
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Every night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
Confering at my head.
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All beauty calls you to me, and you seem,
Past twice a thousand miles of shifting sea,
To reach me. You are as the wind I breathe
Here on the ship's sun-smitten topmost deck,
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Beneath my chamber window
Pierrot was singing, singing;
I heard his lute the whole night thru
Until the east was red.
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It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
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(To Eleonora Duse)

We are anhungered after solitude,
Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound,
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They never saw my lover's face,
They only know our love was brief,
Wearing awhile a windy grace
And passing like an autumn leaf.
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"She can't be unhappy," you said,
"The smiles are like stars in her eyes,
And her laughter is thistledown
Around her low replies."
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