Sara Teasdale

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

A Minuet Of Mozart's

Poem by Sara Teasdale

Across the dimly lighted room
The violin drew wefts of sound,
Airily they wove and wound
And glimmered gold against the gloom.

I watched the music turn to light,
But at the pausing of the bow,
The web was broken and the glow
Was drowned within the wave of night.

Comments about A Minuet Of Mozart's by Sara Teasdale

  • Leighia Marks (1/30/2010 1:03:00 AM)

    This poem is not my favorite by Sara Teasdale but is one of my top ten. My favorite so far is A Ballad of Two Knights.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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