Sara Teasdale (8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)
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.
Sara Teasdale's Other Poems
- "Did You Never Know?"
- "I Am Not Yours"
- "I Have Loved Hours at Sea"
- "It Is Not a Word"
- "It Will Not Change"
- "Like Barley Bending"
- "My Heart Is Heavy"
- "Oh Day of Fire and Sun"
- "Oh You Are Coming"
- "Only in Sleep"
- "The Dreams of My Heart"
- "The Old Maid"
- "What Do I Care?"
- A Cry
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