Thursday, January 18, 2007

A Winter Night

paiting by J.M.W. Turner(1775-1851), Shade and Darkness - the Evening of the Deluge, 1843

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.

poem by
Sara Teasdale

2 comments:

Rauf said...

When you think of Michelangelo you think of Leo DaVinci, Turner and Constable. Turner was perhaps more progressive, traveled a lot where as Constable stuck to his place Dedham Vale Suffolk ? Not sure of the spelling, what became known as Constable country, Turner and Constable never became friends.

Claudia said...

Yes. Dedham Vale is Constable Country.
I love Turner but only just admire Constable.