Sara Teasdale

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

Night In Arizona - Poem by Sara Teasdale

The moon is a charring ember
Dying into the dark;
Off in the crouching mountains
Coyotes bark.

The stars are heavy in heaven,
Too great for the sky to hold --
What if they fell and shattered
The earth with gold?

No lights are over the mesa,
The wind is hard and wild,
I stand at the darkened window
And cry like a child.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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