Sara Teasdale

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

April Song - Poem by Sara Teasdale

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!


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  • (12/28/2007 11:19:00 PM)


    She was happy to see spring, as she knows soon she will come alive and see her lover soon. Very bright, very hopefull, and sensitive. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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