OUT OF TUNE - Sara Teasdale Poems


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Someone has told you that the moon is old?
(Do you not see to-night that it is new?)
It just pretends that it is made of gold;
It's made of – matter? (Matter means what's true.)

A rainbow is not sure enough at all?
The sky is nothing, only it looks blue?
Some night, you guess, the stars will have to fall
Down in the grass when everything breaks through?

Some things are pretty, but they will not stay?
Out on the cliff you saw the reddest rose,
The wind or something blew it right away –
That black rock lasts forever where it grows?

The butterflies are only worms with wings?
Without them they would not know how to fly?
And we are sinners? Girls should not wear rings
And gloves and sashes – for they have to die?

The sun shines sometimes, but it always rains
Forever, so you can't play in the sand?
Walnuts and berries spoil your hands with stains?
And – no one knows the way to fairy land?