A Winter Night Poem by Sara Teasdale

A Winter Night

Rating: 3.5


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roshaun Beasley 28 November 2008

nice and sad

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Alem Hailu G/kristos 02 October 2015

Using a background to create the metaphore is a good ttechnique

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Alem Hailu G/kristos 02 October 2015

Using a background to crate the metaphor is a good technique

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Diana Curry Fischer 29 May 2015

Short and to the point...

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Practicing Poetess 22 January 2019

A poem written from a compassionate heart. Yet another talented, tragic life- - Sara was sickly for most of her years, and finally took her own life. But her talent is her legacy.

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Adeeb Alfateh 02 March 2020

such a great beautiful winter poem penned..........great 10++

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MY WINDOW PANE IS STARRED WITH FROST

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Alexander Hamilton 04 February 2019

So boring I thought I was going to die

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Mahtab Bangalee 23 January 2019

its wonderful writings- 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 ///

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Khairul Ahsan 22 January 2019

'But somewhere, like a homeless child, My heart is crying in the cold. - The poetess' compassion touched me!

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Sara Teasdale

Missouri / United States
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