Broken Things by Sara Teasdale
1. This is for you. If you were waiting for a sign, this is it. 2. You needed to break so you will understand that you are made of fragments. And that you can be put back together. 3. This process—this living, this gathering
Those Who Love by Sara Teasdale
I should be wise. One way or the other. Those Who Love Sara Teasdale Those who love the most, Do not talk of their love, Francesca, Guinevere, Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise, In the fragrant gardens of heaven Are silent, or speak if at all Of fragile, inconsequent things. And a woman
The Look by Sara Teasdale
Another day, thinking of kisses. The Look Sara Teasdale Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night
At Night by Sara Teasdale
Ah, this day is finally over. I crawl to my bed, exhausted. But I dream of you still. I dream of you still. At Night Sara Teasdale We are apart; the city grows quiet between us, She hushes herself, for midnight makes heavy