"Stars over snow, and in the west a planet swinging below a star. Look for a lovely thing and you will find it. It is not far. It is not far...." -Sara Teasdale ( 1884-1933)
One of my favourite poets. This poem is written from her heart where she mourns all those who are homeless......
A WINTER NIGHT (1911) by Sara Teasdale
My window pane 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.....
"Winter's Night " from 1911 collection of Sara Teasdale Poems
Photographs 2018
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