Evening: New York Blue dust of evening over my city, Over … - Sara Teasdale

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Evening: New York

Blue dust of evening over my city,
Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers
Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads,
Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.

Sara Teasdale

new-york-city

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Sarah Trevor Teasdale (8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933) was an American poet.

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Alternative Names: Sara Teasdale Filsinger • Sara Trevor Teasdale

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