Understanding

Sara Teasdale

I understood the rest too well,
And all their thoughts have come to be
Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell
Of a sunny shallow sea.

But you I never understood,
Your spirit's secret hides like gold
Sunk in a Spanish galleon
Ages ago in waters cold.

Next 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : Union Square
• Sara Teasdale : Villa Serbelloni, Bellaggio
• Sara Teasdale : Vox Corporis
• Sara Teasdale : Water Lilies
• Sara Teasdale : What Do I Care?
• Sara Teasdale : When Love Goes
• Sara Teasdale : When Love Was Born
• Sara Teasdale : While I May
• Sara Teasdale : White Fog
• Sara Teasdale : Wild Asters

Previous 10 Poems

• Sara Teasdale : Two Songs For Solitude: The Solitary
• Sara Teasdale : Two Songs For Solitude: The Crystal Gazer
• Sara Teasdale : Two Songs For A Child
• Sara Teasdale : Twilight ( The Stately Tragedy Of Dusk )
• Sara Teasdale : Twilight
• Sara Teasdale : Triolets
• Sara Teasdale : To-night
• Sara Teasdale : To-nigh
• Sara Teasdale : To Rose
• Sara Teasdale : To One Away