They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks. The door opens. I smile, enter and shake off the cold. Here is a great woman on her side in the bed. She is sick, perhaps vomiting, perhaps laboring to give birth to a tenth child. Joy! Joy! Night is a room darkened for lovers, through the jalousies the sun has sent one gold needle! I pick the hair from her eyes and watch her misery with compassion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET OF HIS LADY IN HEAVEN by JACOPO DA LENTINO TWO LIVES: CONCLUSION. INDIAN SUMMER by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD GARDEN DAYS: 2. NEST EGGS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN |