Sara Teasdale..

This week we present three poems by Sara Teasdale

I

Jewels

   If I should see your eyes again,

      I know how far their look would go —  

   Back to a morning in the park

      With sapphire shadows on the snow.

   Or back to oak trees in the spring

      When you unloosed my hair and kissed

   The head that lay against your knees

      In the leaf shadow's amethyst.

   And still another shining place

      We would remember -- how the dun

   Wild mountain held us on its crest

      One diamond morning white with sun.

   But I will turn my eyes from you

      As women turn to put away

   The jewels they have worn at night

      And cannot wear in sober day.

II

Epitaph

Serene descent, as a red leaf's descending

When there is neither wind nor noise of rain,

But only autumn air and the unending

Drawing of all things to the earth again.

So be it, let the snow fall deep and cover

All that was drunk once with light and air.

The earth will not regret her tireless lover,

Nor he awake to know she does not care.

III

She who could bind you

She who could bind you

Could bind fire to a wall;

She who could hold you

Could hold a waterfall;

She who could keep you

Could keep the wind from blowing

On a warm spring night

With a low moon glowing.

                            ......by Sara Teasdale