A Winter Night Poem by Sara Teasdale
A Winter Night
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor to-night
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.
My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold.
Using a background to create the metaphore is a good ttechnique
Using a background to crate the metaphor is a good technique
The poet's heart goes out to the beggars and homeless who walk down the street in bitter cold winter. She draws a parallel of their life with her own as her pains lay covered in false curtains of warmth.
My room is like a bit of June, Warm and close-curtained fold on fold, But somewhere, like a homeless child, My heart is crying in the cold. -----Loneliness of heart is so finely expressed in this poem.
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10/1/2023 3:55:26 PM # 1.0.0.1115
nice and sad