Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

April Song


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
That I could not answer,
I was chained to loneliness,
I, the dancer.

Willow, twinkling in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Chhavi Anupam (4/11/2006 4:48:00 AM)

    The second stanza of this poem Spring was like a call to me that I could not answer is terrific, further words....I was chained to loneliness, I, the dancer....what a powerful expression. Only if someone could empathise with the agony expressed here. (Report) Reply

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