Sara Teasdale – ‘A Winter Night’


 [  No.70 of my favourite short poems  ]

Acquainted With The Night

Winter Night … Pen & Wash – WHB

A Winter Night

My windowpane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold tonight,
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 tonight
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.

 

by Sara Teasdale

 


NOTES:  (adapted from Wikipedia) . . . 

Sara Teasdale (1884 – 1933) was an American lyric poet.  She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouti, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914.  . . .  From 1911 to 1914  Teasdale was courted by several men, including the poet Vachel Lindsay, who was truly in love with her but did not feel that he could provide enough money or stability to keep her satisfied.  (In 1914) she chose to marry Ernst Filsinger, a long-time admirer of her poetry  . . .  In 1918 she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 poetry collection ‘Love Songs’  . . .  In 1933, she died by suicide, overdosing on sleeping pills.  Lindsay had died by suicide two years earlier.


 

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9 thoughts on “Sara Teasdale – ‘A Winter Night’

  1. Thank you Roland for this poem by Sara Teasdale. It is beautiful, warm and sad.
    There is not a cold winter day/ night where I don’t share her wonderfully expressed sentiment.
    Her last line is a perfect way of telling how you feel in spite of you ur cosy home.
    Our seeming helplessness adds to this feeling.
    Miriam

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  2. A beautiful and thought provoking poem to start the week Roland. These feeling still stand true today. This is a poet I have not read, so thank you for the introduction.

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