Old Love and New

By Sara Teasdale 1884–1933 Sara Teasdale
In my heart the old love   
   Struggled with the new,   
It was ghostly waking   
   All night through.   

Dear things, kind things   
   That my old love said,   
Ranged themselves reproachfully   
   Round my bed.   

But I could not heed them,   
   For I seemed to see   
Dark eyes of my new love   
   Fixed on me.   

Old love, old love,   
   How can I be true?   
Shall I be faithless to myself   
   Or to you?

Originally published in Poetry, March 1914.

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March 1914
 Sara  Teasdale

Biography

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 Time & Brevity, Relationships, Living, Love, Separation & Divorce, Infatuation & Crushes, Unrequited Love, Realistic & Complicated

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

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