A Winter Night Comments

Empathetic

A concise and insightful poem written from the heart

The poet's heart goes out to the beggars and homeless who walk down the street in bitter cold winter. She draws a parallel of their life with her own as her pains lay covered in false curtains of warmth.

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. -----Loneliness of heart is so finely expressed in this poem.

such a great beautiful winter poem penned..........great 10++

MY WINDOW PANE IS STARRED WITH FROST

So boring I thought I was going to die

its wonderful writings- 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 ///

'But somewhere, like a homeless child, My heart is crying in the cold. - The poetess' compassion touched me!

Mesmerizing and captivating, as I sit here typing this my own window frame is stirred with frost, and the sky is pitched black, pregnant with mystery. There is no other perfect time then winter, yet its also distressing that so many people still live homeless, the second stanza is sadly still important today as it was when she wrote it.

The cill felt on a cold winter night by the poetess in her cozy n warm room on the backdrop of it's effect on homeless poor etc marvelously described.

This is an intense poem of deep compassion. It is the noble that feels for the poor and poverty stricken. Heart rending!

Aching hearts take no comfort from luxuries of life. It is as cold and poor as a homeless one on street. Very touching poem.

A poem written from a compassionate heart. Yet another talented, tragic life- - Sara was sickly for most of her years, and finally took her own life. But her talent is her legacy.

I like this poem! To start with, it's accessible, and she expresses things i've thought about and guess many others have as well. And it's vivid—with her window pane starred with frost, the moon cruel (i've thought the same on such a night—see my poem titled, Forbidding Winter Night) , her room a bit of June and close-curtained, i.e., letting no drafts through. And then the ending which states what was inferred in her description of this night. -GK

Like a homeless child! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

God pity all the homeless ones, The beggars pacing to and fro. Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.... //.... Full of compassion and humanity. Thanks for sharing.

A poignant write full of empathy Beautifully written.

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 A great compassion

My favorite part of Sara really is.