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Wintertime Poems

Post by Goose55 » Thu Dec 27, 2018 11:46 am

What is your favorite poem about wintertime? Here, I'll go first. It's Robert Frost's Stopping By Woods On Snowy Evening ....

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
"At present we're on the wrong side of the door. But all the pages of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so." ~ C.S. Lewis

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Re: Wintertime Poems

Post by durangopipe » Thu Dec 27, 2018 11:56 am

Great idea, Goose!
You’ve already chosen one of mine.

Here’s one by a favorite poet, Mary Oliver:

White-Eyes

In winter
all the singing is in
the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird

with its white eyes
shoves and pushes
among the branches.
Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,
but he's restless—
he has an idea,
and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings
as long as he stays awake.
But his big, round music, after all,
is too breathy to last.

So, it's over.
In the pine-crown
he makes his nest,
he's done all he can.

I don't know the name of this bird,
I only imagine his glittering beak
tucked in a white wing
while the clouds—

which he has summoned
from the north—
which he has taught
to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall
into the world below
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent—
that has turned itself
into snow.
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Re: Wintertime Poems

Post by tuttle » Thu Dec 27, 2018 1:37 pm

billions and billions they come as a horde
bloodless they fall as their lives are outpoured
the spirit directing the endless onslaught
rewriting the landscape their sky-marching wrought
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Re: Wintertime Poems

Post by Goose55 » Fri Dec 28, 2018 9:30 am

durangopipe wrote:
Thu Dec 27, 2018 11:56 am
Great idea, Goose!
You’ve already chosen one of mine.

Here’s one by a favorite poet, Mary Oliver:

White-Eyes

In winter
all the singing is in
the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird

with its white eyes
shoves and pushes
among the branches.
Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,
but he's restless—
he has an idea,
and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings
as long as he stays awake.
But his big, round music, after all,
is too breathy to last.

So, it's over.
In the pine-crown
he makes his nest,
he's done all he can.

I don't know the name of this bird,
I only imagine his glittering beak
tucked in a white wing
while the clouds—

which he has summoned
from the north—
which he has taught
to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall
into the world below
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent—
that has turned itself
into snow.
I like this one.
"At present we're on the wrong side of the door. But all the pages of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so." ~ C.S. Lewis

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Re: Wintertime Poems

Post by Goose55 » Sat Dec 29, 2018 10:30 am

Snow in Madrid ~ by Joy Davidman (1937)

Softly, so casual,
Lovely, so light, so light,
The cruel sky lets fall
Something one does not fight.
How tenderly to crown
The brutal year
The clouds send something down
That one need not fear.
Men before perishing
See with unwounded eye
For once a gentle thing
Fall from the sky.
"At present we're on the wrong side of the door. But all the pages of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so." ~ C.S. Lewis

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Re: Wintertime Poems

Post by Goose55 » Sat Dec 29, 2018 10:36 am

Snowbanks North of the House, by Robert Bly, 1981

Those great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly six
feet from the house ...
Thoughts that go so far.
The boy gets out of high school and reads no more
books;
the son stops calling home.
The mother puts down her rolling pin and makes no
more bread.
And the wife looks at her husband one night at a
party, and loves him no more.
The energy leaves the wine, and the minister falls
leaving the church.
It will not come closer
the one inside moves back, and the hands touch
nothing, and are safe.

The father grieves for his son, and will not leave the
room where the coffin stands.
He turns away from his wife, and she sleeps alone.

And the sea lifts and falls all night, the moon goes on
through the unattached heavens alone.

The toe of the shoe pivots
in the dust ...
And the man in the black coat turns, and goes back
down the hill.
No one knows why he came, or why he turned away,
and did not climb the hill.
"At present we're on the wrong side of the door. But all the pages of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so." ~ C.S. Lewis

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Re: Wintertime Poems

Post by Goose55 » Thu Jan 03, 2019 9:48 am

Winter-Time, Robert Louis Stevenson, 1850 - 1894

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
"At present we're on the wrong side of the door. But all the pages of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so." ~ C.S. Lewis

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Re: Wintertime Poems

Post by sweetandsour » Thu Jan 03, 2019 11:19 am

Winter in Southest Texas

I see a mist, blown by the wind
First sideways, then lightly down
Not frozen but's cold as ice
And falls to earth without a sound.

Wind in the pines, a murmur so soft
Gently moves needles of dark green and brown
Branches hold doves, and finches and blackbirds
The feeder below, full of seeds, they have found.

The woodcock are here
And the snipe, they abound
Soon large flocks of Robins
Will appear in the town.

A fire in the pit
With hearth large and round
The bird hunt must wait
The dog stares with a frown.
I'm old but I'm happy. (Most of the time.)

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Post by Goose55 » Sat Jan 12, 2019 10:51 am

In the bleak midwinter, By Christina Rossetti

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.
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Re: Wintertime Poems

Post by Nature of a Man » Sat Jan 12, 2019 4:24 pm

tuttle wrote:
Thu Dec 27, 2018 1:37 pm
billions and billions they come as a horde
bloodless they fall as their lives are outpoured
the spirit directing the endless onslaught
rewriting the landscape their sky-marching wrought
I like that one.

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Re: Wintertime Poems

Post by coco » Sat Jan 12, 2019 5:56 pm

Winter seclusion -
Listening, that evening,
To the rain in the mountain.
- Kobayashi Issa



Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.
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Re: Wintertime Poems

Post by Goose55 » Thu Jan 17, 2019 7:59 am

Those Winter Sundays
By Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
"At present we're on the wrong side of the door. But all the pages of the New Testament are rustling with the rumor that it will not always be so." ~ C.S. Lewis

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