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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WRAITHS, by SARA TEASDALE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Up the wide wind-swept avenue
Last Line: A wraith, the girl I used to be.
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.
First Line: Up the wide wind-swept avenue
Last Line: A wraith, the girl I used to be.
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.
Up the wide wind-swept avenue
A girl and her lover walk tonight --
They are not real, they are wraiths,
They cast no shadow in the light.
A stinging winter wind is out,
They are too happy to be cold,
The street lamps make a path for them
And pave the empty street with gold.
Lightly they tread to an unheard flute,
They are too happy to be talking --
Hush, they are wraiths, they are not real,
Two gay young ghosts have gone out walking.
Into a doorway arched and dim
He draws her, and the darkness there
Knows if she quivers to a kiss
On lips and eyes and wind-blown hair.
Now they are fading, they are gone!
Often on nights like these I see
The slight, triumphant, wilful thing,
A wraith, the girl I used to be.
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