Union Square

By Sara Teasdale 1884–1933 Sara Teasdale
With the man I love who loves me not,
      I walked in the street-lamps' flare;
We watched the world go home that night
      In a flood through Union Square.

I leaned to catch the words he said
      That were light as a snowflake falling;
Ah well that he never leaned to hear
      The words my heart was calling.

And on we walked and on we walked
      Past the fiery lights of the picture shows —
Where the girls with thirsty eyes go by
      On the errand each man knows.

And on we walked and on we walked,
      At the door at last we said good-bye;
I knew by his smile he had not heard
      My heart's unuttered cry.

With the man I love who loves me not
      I walked in the street-lamps' flare —
But oh, the girls who ask for love
      In the lights of Union Square.

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Poet Sara Teasdale 1884–1933

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Subjects Relationships, Cities & Urban Life, Love, Social Commentaries, Men & Women, Infatuation & Crushes, Unrequited Love, Heartache & Loss

Poetic Terms Common Measure, Rhymed Stanza

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Sara Teasdale received public admiration for her well-crafted lyrical poetry which centered on a woman's changing perspectives on beauty, love, and death. Many of Teasdale's poems chart developments in her own life, from her experiences as a sheltered young woman in St. Louis, to those as a successful yet increasingly uneasy writer in New York City, to a depressed and disillusioned person who would commit suicide in 1933. . . .

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SUBJECT Relationships, Cities & Urban Life, Love, Social Commentaries, Men & Women, Infatuation & Crushes, Unrequited Love, Heartache & Loss

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Poetic Terms Common Measure, Rhymed Stanza

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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