Poems by Sara Teasdale
Embers
... Like a flame at the call of the wind ...
Winter Dusk
... I think of the mother who bore me ...
Swallow Flight
... I love men's faces and their eyes, ...
Marianna Alcoforando
... Tears through the mist, and burns with fervent heat ...
Joy
... I am sandaled with wind and with flame, ...
Silence
... Have you sent forth the hush that makes us free ...
The Voice
... From the wisdom of many life-times ...
Morning Song
... But we have the world to roam over, ...
A Ballad Of The Two Knights
... But she was brown who should have had ...
To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse As "Francesca da Rimini "
... Oh flower-sweet face and bended flower-like head! ...
April
... Yet the back-yards are bare and brown ...
Red Maples
... Can I hide the gleam on the willow-bough, ...
Doctors
... And hear the doctors, Pain and Death, ...
Night In Arizona
... Coyotes bark. The stars are heavy in heaven, ...
Paris In Spring
... The sun's gone in, the sparkle's dead, ...
