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


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.