Sara Teasdale

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

Pierrot - Poem by Sara Teasdale

Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,
And on his lute he fashions
A little silver tune.

Pierrot plays in the garden,
He thinks he plays for me,
But I am quite forgotten
Under the cherry tree.

Pierrot plays in the garden,
And all the roses know
That Pierrot loves his music,
But I love Pierrot.


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  • (4/9/2016 6:23:00 AM)


    ....a beautiful tribute, I love this one ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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