Flame and Shadow(火焰与阴影)

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Flame and Shadow

By Sara Teasdale

To E.

"Recois la flamme ou l'ombre De tous mes jours."

Flame and Shadow

CHAPTER I

Blue Squills

How many million Aprils came Before I ever knew How white a

cherry bough could be, A bed of squills, how blue!

And many a dancing April When life is done with me, Will lift the

blue flame of the flower And the white flame of the tree.

Oh burn me with your beauty, then, Oh hurt me, tree and flower,

Lest in the end death try to take Even this glistening hour.

O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees, O sunlit white and blue,

Wound me, that I, through endless sleep, May bear the scar of you.

Stars

Alone in the night On a dark hill With pines around me Spicy and

still,

And a heaven full of stars Over my head, White and topaz And

misty red;

Myriads with beating Hearts of fire That aeons Cannot vex or tire;

Up the dome of heaven Like a great hill, I watch them marching

Stately and still,

And I know that I Am honored to be Witness Of so much majesty.

"What Do I Care?"

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What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my

songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and

a fire, I am an answer, they are only a call.

But what do I care, for love will be over so soon, Let my heart have

its say and my mind stand idly by, For my mind is proud and strong

enough to be silent, It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

Meadowlarks

In the silver light after a storm, Under dripping boughs of bright new

green, I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks Alone and high-

hearted as if I were a queen.

What have I to fear in life or death Who have known three things:

the kiss in the night, The white flying joy when a song is born, And

meadowlarks whistling in silver light.

Driftwood

My forefathers gave me My spirit's shaken flame, The shape of

hands, the beat of heart, The letters of my name.

But it was my lovers, And not my sleeping sires, Who gave the flame

its changeful And iridescent fires;

As the driftwood burning Learned its jewelled blaze From the sea's

blue splendor Of colored nights and days.

"I Have Loved Hours at Sea"

I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, The fragile secret of a flower,

Music, the making of a poem That gave me heaven for an hour;

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First stars above a snowy hill, Voices of people kindly and wise, And

the great look of love, long hidden, Found at last in meeting eyes.

I have loved much and been loved deeply -- Oh when my spirit's fire

burns low, Leave me the darkness and the stillness, I shall be tired and

glad to go.

August Moonrise

The sun was gone, and the moon was coming Over the blue

Connecticut hills; The west was rosy, the east was flushed, And over my

head the swallows rushed This way and that, with changeful wills. I heard

them twitter and watched them dart Now together and now apart Like dark

petals blown from a tree; The maples stamped against the west Were black

and stately and full of rest, And the hazy orange moon grew up And

slowly changed to yellow gold While the hills were darkened, fold on fold

To a deeper blue than a flower could hold. Down the hill I went, and then I

forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady, and damp and cool

Wakened ecstasy in me On the brink of a shining pool.

O Beauty, out of many a cup You have made me drunk and wild Ever

since I was a child, But when have I been sure as now That no bitterness

can bend And no sorrow wholly bow One who loves you to the end? And

though I must give my breath And my laughter all to death, And my eyes

through which joy came, And my heart, a wavering flame; If all must

leave me and go back Along a blind and fearful track So that you can

make anew, Fusing with intenser fire, Something nearer your desire; If my

soul must go alone Through a cold infinity, Or even if it vanish, too,

Beauty, I have worshipped you.

Let this single hour atone For the theft of all of me.

Memories II

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Places

Places I love come back to me like music, Hush me and heal me

when I am very tired; I see the oak woods at Saxton's flaming In a flare

of crimson by the frost newly fired; And I am thirsty for the spring in the

valley As for a kiss ungiven and long desired.

I know a bright world of snowy hills at Boonton, A blue and white

dazzling light on everything one sees, The ice-covered branches of the

hemlocks sparkle Bending low and tinkling in the sharp thin breeze, And

iridescent crystals fall and crackle on the snow-crust With the winter sun

drawing cold blue shadows from the trees.

Violet now, in veil on veil of evening The hills across from

Cromwell grow dreamy and far; A wood-thrush is singing soft as a viol

In the heart of the hollow where the dark pools are; The primrose has

opened her pale yellow flowers And heaven is lighting star after star.

Places I love come back to me like music -- Mid-ocean, midnight,

the waves buzz drowsily; In the ship's deep churning the eerie

phosphorescence Is like the souls of people who were drowned at sea,

And I can hear a man's voice, speaking, hushed, insistent, At midnight,

in mid-ocean, hour on hour to me.

Old Tunes

As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Float in the garden when no

wind blows, Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows;

So the old tunes float in my mind, And go from me leaving no trace

behind, Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.

But in the instant the airs remain I know the laughter and the pain Of

times that will not come again.

I try to catch at many a tune Like petals of light fallen from the moon,

Broken and bright on a dark lagoon,

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But they float away -- for who can hold Youth, or perfume or the

moon's gold?

"Only in Sleep"

Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a

child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with

ringlets warm and wild.

Only in sleep Time is forgotten -- What may have come to them,

who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house

stood at the turn of the stair.

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their

eyes and found them mild -- Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And

for them am I too a child?

Redbirds

Redbirds, redbirds, Long and long ago, What a honey-call you had

In hills I used to know;

Redbud, buckberry, Wild plum-tree And proud river sweeping

Southward to the sea,

Brown and gold in the sun Sparkling far below, Trailing stately

round her bluffs Where the poplars grow --

Redbirds, redbirds, Are you singing still As you sang one May day

On Saxton's Hill?

Sunset: St. Louis

Hushed in the smoky haze of summer sunset, When I came home

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again from far-off places, How many times I saw my western city

Dream by her river.

Then for an hour the water wore a mantle Of tawny gold and mauve

and misted turquoise Under the tall and darkened arches bearing Gray,

high-flung bridges.

Against the sunset, water-towers and steeples Flickered with fire up

the slope to westward, And old warehouses poured their purple shadows

Across the levee.

High over them the black train swept with thunder, Cleaving the city,

leaving far beneath it Wharf-boats moored beside the old side-wheelers

Resting in twilight.

The Coin

Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That time cannot take Nor

a thief purloin, -- Oh better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is

the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing.

The Voice

Atoms as old as stars, Mutation on mutation, Millions and millions of

cells Dividing yet still the same, From air and changing earth, From

ancient Eastern rivers, From turquoise tropic seas, Unto myself I came.

My spirit like my flesh Sprang from a thousand sources, From cave-

man, hunter and shepherd, From Karnak, Cyprus, Rome; The living

thoughts in me Spring from dead men and women, Forgotten time out of

mind And many as bubbles of foam.

Here for a moment's space Into the light out of darkness, I come and

they come with me Finding words with my breath; From the wisdom of

many life-times I hear them cry: "Forever Seek for Beauty, she only

Fights with man against Death!"

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