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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is nothing like the simple beauty of a Sara Teasdale poem!