Category Archives: Teasdale Sara

The Look by 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 … Continue reading

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Conflict by Sara Teasdale

The Spartan and Sybarite Battle in me day and night; Evenly matched, relentless, wary, Each one cursing his adversary, With my slow blood dripping wet They fight from sunrise to sunset. And from sunset the fight goes on, I shiver … Continue reading

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What Do I Care by Sara Teasdale

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire, I am an answer, they are … Continue reading

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