written by Sara TeasdaleA little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.
A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.
Sara Teasdale
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Mon 12.15.2008 at 17:01
Brown Thrush singing all day long
In the leaves above me,
Take my love this little song,
"Love me, love me, love me!"
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Mon 12.15.2008 at 15:50
Willow in your April gown
Delicate and gleaming,
Do you mind in years gone by
All my dreaming?
Spring was like a call to me
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Mon 12.08.2008 at 14:19
Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Sat 12.06.2008 at 05:13
There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Wed 11.26.2008 at 17:02
They sent you in to say farewell to me,
No, do not shake your head; I see your eyes
written by Sara Teasdale, published on Sat 11.22.2008 at 02:42
It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart