One Poem Only is a daily ritual: one poem, center stage, just for now.

Central Park At Dusk

Sara Teasdale

Buildings above the leafless trees

Loom high as castles in a dream,

While one by one the lamps come out

To 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.

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