Sara Teasdale

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

In A Railroad Station - Poem by Sara Teasdale

We stood in the shrill electric light,
Dumb and sick in the whirling din
We who had all of love to say
And a single second to say it in.

"Good-by!" "Good-by!"--you turned to go,
I felt the train's slow heavy start,
You thought to see me cry, but oh
My tears were hidden in my heart.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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