Anyway, today we have a poem from one of my absolute favorite poets, Sara Teasdale. Teasdale's work is romantic and emotional and not exactly what one would call timely--except that some things never change. Things that by now should have changed. Things that we should perhaps think about occasionally--especially during this season--when so much of our online time is spent, credit card in hand.
A Winter Night
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.
Beautiful, Josh. The imagery is exquisite. Sara is definitely one of the best. Thank you for posting this. <3
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing! I should look his poet up- so bittersweet, and so lovely!
ReplyDeleteThat's not one I've heard. Poignant. Often when I go out at night when it's freezing and then return to my warm house, I pray that God will protect the people who don't have shelter (or safety). It's a beautifully written take on a sad situation.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful with heartbreaking emotion. Thank you for sharing this with us.
ReplyDeleteAnd vitamin C! Lots of vitamin C!
Natasha
I also really hope you don't get sick. Germs and viruses should be illegal during the holidays!
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