Dark of the Moon E-Book

Teasdale Sara

• Herausgeber: PubMe
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Over the downs there were birds flying, Far off glittered the sea, And toward the north the weald of Sussex Lay like a kingdom under me. I was happier than the larks That nest on the downs and sing to the sky, Over the downs the birds flying Were not so happy as I. It was not you, though you were near, Though you were good to hear and see, It was not earth, it was not heaven It was myself that sang in me.

Leseprobe

Sara Teasdale

Dark of the Moon

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Table of contents

I THERE WILL BE STARS

On the Sussex Downs

August Night

Two Minds

Words for An Old Air

Mountain Water

At Tintagil

“There Will Be Stars”

II PICTURES OF AUTUMN

Autumn (Parc Monceau)

September Day (Pont de Neuilly)

Fontainebleau

Late October (Bois de Boulogne)

III SAND DRIFT

“Beautiful, Proud Sea”

Land’s End

Sand Drift

Blue Stargrass

September Night

Low Tide

IV PORTRAITS

Effigy of a Nun (Sixteenth Century)

Those Who Love

Epitaph

Appraisal

The Wise Woman

“She Who Could Bind You”

“So This Was All”

V MIDSUMMER NIGHTS

Twilight (Nahant)

Full Moon (Santa Barbara)

The Fountain

Clear Evening

Not by the Sea

Midsummer Night

VI THE CRYSTAL GAZER

The Crystal Gazer

The Solitary

Day’s Ending (Tucson)

A Reply

Leisure

“I Shall Live to be Old”

Wisdom

The Old Enemy

VII BERKSHIRE NOTES

Winter Sun (Lenox)

A December Day

February Twilight

“I Have Seen the Spring”

Wind Elegy (W. E. W.)

In the Wood

Autumn Dusk

VIII ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN

Arcturus in Autumn

“I Could Snatch a Day”

An End

Foreknown

Winter

Winter Night Song

Never Again

The Tune

IX THE FLIGHT

The Beloved

“When I Am Not With You”

Dedication

On a March Day

Let It Be You

The Flight

I THERE WILL BE STARS

On the Sussex Downs

Over the downs there were birds flying,Far off glittered the sea,And toward the north the weald of SussexLay like a kingdom under me.I was happier than the larksThat nest on the downs and sing to the sky,Over the downs the birds flyingWere not so happy as I.It was not you, though you were near,Though you were good to hear and see,It was not earth, it was not heavenIt was myself that sang in me.

August Night

On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars,

In a wood too deep for a single star to look through,

You led down a path whose turnings you knew in the darkness,

But the scent of the dew-dripping cedars was all that I knew.

I drank of the darkness, I was fed with the honey of fragrance,

I was glad of my life, the drawing of breath was sweet;

I heard your voice, you said, “Look down, see the glow-worm!”

It was there before me, a small star white at my feet.

We watched while it brightened as though it were breathed on and burning,

This tiny creature moving over earth’s floor—

“‘ L’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle,’”

You said, and no more.