Poetic People
     Home     Poets     Contact Us     Chat
Member Login
:
:
 
  Register  Forgot Password
Search
Poem Genres
Anger Poems
Animals Poems
Contemplations Poems
Death Poems
Depression Poems
Dreams Poems
Fear Poems
Fractured Love Poems
Friendship Poems
General
Hate Poems
Holidays Poems
Humor Poems
Introspection Poems
Life Poems
Love Poems
Nature Poems
Political Poems
Religion Poems
Sex Poems
Time Poems
War Poems
Work Poems

 

The Ghost in  General   

I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.

I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear --
But we talked of a thousand things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.

I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word --
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.

Oh, love that lives its life with laughter
Or love that lives its life with tears
Can die -- but love that is never spoken
Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . . .

I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love's glory, --
But my eyes were suddenly afraid.

By Sara Teasdale

Tell Your Friends About It | Print This Poem

Comments

You should be logged in to be able to leave comments

Other poems by Sara Teasdale: