Central Park At Dusk by Sara Teasdale | One Poem Only
One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now. Central Park At DuskSara TeasdaleBuildings above the leafless treesLoom high as castles in a dream,While one by one the lamps come outTo 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.Support + Stay Connected to OPOIf you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook.Poetry slows us down. Thank you for listening.
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