15 April 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 1
Winter Dusk
I watch the great clear twilight
Veiling the ice-bowed trees;
Their branches tinkle faintly
With crystal melodies.
The larches bend their silver
Over the hush of snow;
One star is lighted in the west,
Two in the zenith glow.
For a moment I have forgotten
Wars and women who mourn—
I think of the mother who bore me
And thank her that I was born.
About the author:
1884-1933. Sara Teasdale won the Columbia University Poetry Society prize in 1918 for Love Songs, which also won the annual prize of the Poetry Society of America. Although the popularity of her work declined considerably in the second half of the 20th century, it has received renewed interest in recent years. Learn more about the life and work of Sara Teasdale at Wikipedia.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Sara Teasdale at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 7, No. 1, where "Winter Dusk" ran on April 15, 2007. List other work with these same labels: poetry, classic, rhyme.
