English Poetry. Sara Teasdale. The Wanderer. Сара Тисдейл.

Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

The Wanderer

I SAW the sunset-colored sands,
    The Nile, like flowing fire between, 
    Where Ramses stares forth serene 
And ammon's heavy temple stands.

I saw the rocks where long ago,
    Above the sea that cries and breaks, 
    Bright Perseus with Medusa's snakes 
Set free the maiden white like snow.

And many skies have covered me,
    And many winds have blown me forth, 
    And I have loved the green, bright north, 
And I have loved the cold, sweet sea.

But what to me are north and south,
    And what the lire of many lands, 
    Since you have learned to catch my hands 
And lay a kiss upon my mouth.

Sara Teasdale’s other poems:

1. The Broken Field
2. Song at Capri
3. After Parting
4. Twilight
5. But Not to Me

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Wanderer (“There is nobody on the road”)

Henry Dobson (Генри Добсон) The Wanderer (“Love comes back to his vacant dwelling”)

Alan Seeger (Алан Сигер) The Wanderer (“TO SEE the clouds his spirit yearned toward so”)

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