Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

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:

  1. The Broken Field
  2. Song at Capri
  3. After Parting
  4. But Not to Me
  5. Four Winds

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) A Winter Night (“When biting Boreas, fell and doure”) 1786




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