A Winter Blue Jay : : By Sara Teasdale ( 1884 – 1933 ) Crisply the bright snow whispered,Crunching beneath our feet;Behind us as we walked along the parkway,Our shadows danced,Fantastic shapes in vivid blue.Across the lake the skatersFlew to and fro,With sharp turns weavingA frail invisible net.In ecstasy the earthDrank the silver sunlight;In ecstasyContinue reading “A Winter Blue Jay : Sara Teasdale : : Bird Poems : :”
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September Midnight : Sara Teasdale : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
September MidnightBY SARA TEASDALELyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,Ceaseless, insistent. 4 The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silenceUnder a moon waning and worn, broken,Tired with summer. 8 LetContinue reading “September Midnight : Sara Teasdale : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
August Moonrise : Sara Teasdale : : August Poems: Months Poems : :
August Moonrise : By Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) : : : : : : THE sun was gone, and the moon was comingOver the blue Connecticut hills;The west was rosy, the east was flushed,And over my head the swallows rushedThis way and that, with changeful wills.I heard them twitter and watched them dartNow together and nowContinue reading “August Moonrise : Sara Teasdale : : August Poems: Months Poems : :”
June Night : Sara Teasdale : : June Poems : Months Poems : :
June Night : : by Sara Teasdale : : : : OH Earth, you are too dear to-night,How can I sleep while all aroundFloats rainy fragrance and the farDeep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?Oh Earth, you gave me all I have,I love you, I love you,—oh what have IThat I canContinue reading “June Night : Sara Teasdale : : June Poems : Months Poems : :”
May Night : Sara Teasdale : : May Poems : : Months Poems : :
May Night : By Sara Teasdale ( 1884 – 1933 ) : The spring is fresh and fearlessAnd every leaf is new,The world is brimmed with moonlight,The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadowsI catch my breath and sing–My heart is fresh and fearlessAnd over-brimmed with spring. — Sara Teasdale “May Night”, AContinue reading “May Night : Sara Teasdale : : May Poems : : Months Poems : :”
Winter Stars : Sara Teasdale : : Winter Poems : :
Winter StarsBY SARA TEASDALEI went out at night alone;The young blood flowing beyond the seaSeemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings- I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head From shadows shaken on the snow,I saw Orion in the east Burn steadily as long ago. From windows in my father’s house,Continue reading “Winter Stars : Sara Teasdale : : Winter Poems : :”
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