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Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale
(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)
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A Winter Night - Poem by Sara Teasdale
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.
Poems by Sara Teasdale : 13 / 316
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003
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MY WINDOW PANE IS STARRED WITH FROST (Report)Reply
So boring I thought I was going to die (Report)Reply
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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'But somewhere, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold. - The poetess' compassion touched me! (Report)Reply
Mesmerizing and captivating, as I sit here typing this my own window frame is stirred with frost, and the sky is pitched black, pregnant with mystery. There is no other perfect time then winter, yet its also distressing that so many people still live homeless, the second stanza is sadly still important today as it was when she wrote it. (Report)Reply
The cill felt on a cold winter night by the poetess in her cozy n warm room on the backdrop of it's effect on homeless poor etc marvelously described. (Report)Reply
This is an intense poem of deep compassion.
It is the noble that feels for the poor and poverty stricken.
Heart rending! (Report)Reply
Aching hearts take no comfort from luxuries of life. It is as cold and poor as a homeless one on street. Very touching poem. (Report)Reply
Winter is a matter of perception...You may be cuddled in a warm room during cold nights but still the warmth of a well-heated room isnt enough to warm a cold heart. GREAT ONE from the author of Barter.... (Report)Reply
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. (Report)Reply
I like this poem! To start with, it's accessible, and she expresses things i've thought about and guess many others have as well. And it's vivid—with her window pane starred with frost, the moon cruel (i've thought the same on such a night—see my poem titled, Forbidding Winter Night) , her room a bit of June and close-curtained, i.e., letting no drafts through. And then the ending which states what was inferred in her description of this night. -GK (Report)Reply
Like a homeless child! ! !
Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply
God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.... //.... Full of compassion and humanity. Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply
A poignant write full of empathy
Beautifully written. (Report)Reply
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 A great compassion (Report)Reply
My favorite part of Sara really is. (Report)Reply
just before I looked at the paycheck of $5519, I didnt believe that my friends brother was like they say trully receiving money part-time on their apple labtop.. there neighbour started doing this 4 less than twenty three months and by now repaid the loans on their condo and purchased a top of the range Porsche 911. go to, .......
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A state of mind poem containing some compassion? ....well written (Report)Reply
Winter outside and winter reigns the heart! Very touching! (Report)Reply
A sweet poem on winter woes. Loved the flow and rhyming. Thanks for sharing. Loved it. (Report)Reply