A Sara Teasdale’s
March 17th, 2008I actually do not like poem that much. But I just found this one was good. I wrote it again here then instead I had no new entry here for long time. So, here it goes, A winter Night…
A Winter Night
(By : 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.
Hmm… it is a good one I think. It is talking about such a misery? Hmm, I think it is. And why did I become interested in it? May it just because of my condition right now? Halaah. let it be. It would never drag me down. I do not want it happen. I wont allow it. Never ever. It just such a growth-fertilizer? (haiyaah), sort of it or at least lets pretend like that.
yeah. Everything should make us better day after day. (nyaah, sok idealis!!). hei. hei. It is not like that. Okay? Let it be.
