Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Night in Arizona

THE moon is a charring ember
Dying into the dark;
Off in the crouching mountains
Coyotes bark.

The stars are heavy in heaven,
Too great for the sky to hold --
What if they fell and shattered
The earth with gold?

No lights are over the mesa,
The wind is hard and wild,
I stand at the darkened window
And cry like a child.

Sara Teasdale’s other poems:

  1. The Broken Field
  2. Song at Capri
  3. After Parting
  4. Primavera Mia
  5. Twilight

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