Birthday Poem: Central Park at Dusk
I used to have a tradition on this blog of posting a poem by Sara Teasdale on the 8th of August, a date of birth that I share with the said poet. This year it is time to revive that habit:
Central Park at Dusk
by Sara Teasdale
Buildings above the leafless trees
Loom high as castles in a dream,
While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the twilight with a gleam.
There is no sign of leaf or bud,
A hush is over everything --
Silent as women wait for love,
The world is waiting for the spring.