Sara Teasdale

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

Central Park At Dusk - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Buildings above the leafless trees
Loom high as castles in a dream,

While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the twilight with a gleam.

There is no sign of leaf or bud,
A hush is over everything--

Silent as women wait for love,
The world is waiting for the spring.

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  • Susan Williams (12/24/2015 7:45:00 PM)

    There is nothing like the simple beauty of a Sara Teasdale poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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