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ContemplativeSara Teasdale

"I Have Loved Hours at Sea"

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, The fragile secret of a flower, Music, the making of a poem That gave me heaven for an hour; First stars above a snowy hill, Voices of people kindly and wise, And the great look of love, long hidden, Found at last in meeting eyes. I have loved much and been loved deeply-- Oh when my spirit's fire burns low, Leave me the darkness and the stillness, I shall be tired and glad to go.
SadSara Teasdale

In Spring, Santa Barbara

I have been happy two weeks together, My love is coming home to me, Gold and silver is the weather And smooth as lapis is the sea. The earth has turned its brown to green After three nights of humming rain, And in the valleys peck and preen Linnets with a scarlet stain. High in the mountains all alone The wild swans whistle on the lakes, But I have been as still as stone, My heart sings only when it breaks.
RomanticSara Teasdale

In a Cuban Garden

Hibiscus flowers are cups of fire, (Love me, my lover, life will not stay) The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind, A scarlet leaf is blowing away. A lizard lifts his head and listens-- Kiss me before the noon goes by, Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me From the great black vulture circling the sky.
ContemplativeSara Teasdale

Driftwood

My forefathers gave me My spirit's shaken flame, The shape of hands, the beat of heart, The letters of my name. But it was my lovers, And not my sleeping sires, Who gave the flame its changeful And iridescent fires; As the driftwood burning Learned its jewelled blaze From the sea's blue splendor Of colored nights and days.
DreamySara Teasdale

"I Know the Stars"

I know the stars by their names, Aldebaran, Altair, And I know the path they take Up heaven's broad blue stair. I know the secrets of men By the look of their eyes, Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts Have made me sad and wise. But your eyes are dark to me Though they seem to call and call-- I cannot tell if you love me Or do not love me at all. I know many things, But the years come and go, I shall die not knowing The thing I long to know.
RomanticSara Teasdale

Eight O'Clock

Supper comes at five o'clock, At six, the evening star, My lover comes at eight o'clock-- But eight o'clock is far. How could I bear my pain all day Unless I watched to see The clock-hands laboring to bring Eight o'clock to me.
RomanticSara Teasdale

Gray Eyes

It was April when you came The first time to me, And my first look in your eyes Was like my first look at the sea. We have been together Four Aprils now Watching for the green On the swaying willow bough; Yet whenever I turn To your gray eyes over me, It is as though I looked For the first time at the sea.
CheerfulSara Teasdale

The Return

He has come, he is here, My love has come home, The minutes are lighter Than flying foam, The hours are like dancers On gold-slippered feet, The days are young runners Naked and fleet-- For my love has returned, He is home, he is here, In the whole world no other Is dear as my dear!
RomanticSara Teasdale

Let It Be You

Let it be you who lean above me On my last day, Let it be you who shut my eyelids Forever and aye. Say a “Good-night” as you have said it All of these years, With the old look, with the old whisper And without tears. You will know then all that in silence You always knew, Though I have loved, I loved no other As I love you.
InspiredSara Teasdale

Dedication

At least I have loved you; Though much went wrong, This was good, This was strong. Unshaken In spite of the going of years, Too sure to retract, Too proud for tears. Let my love be the pillow Under your head, On your lips like a song, To your hunger, bread.

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