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Dec 16, 2015 · Winter is a-coming in, so how about some poetry to reflect the season of cold frosts and snowy landscapes? Whether it’s falling snow or cold evenings, poets have often been drawn to the wintry season. Here are ten of the best winter poems, from Thomas Hardy’s New Year meditation to Christina Rossetti’s classic Christmas carol.
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. Copyright Credit: Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem.
- Winter-Time
- Spellbound
- Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening
- Snow
- A Winter Bluejay
- The Bells
- Blow Blow Thou Winter Wind
- At The Solstice
- Winter Morning
- The Darkling Thrush
Robert Louis Stevenson 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;...
Emily Brontë The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will no...
Robert Frost 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 so...
Gillian Clarke The dreamed Christmas, flakes shaken out of silences so far and starry we can’t sleep for listening for papery rustles out there in the night and wake to find our ceiling glimmering, the day a psaltery of light. So we’re out over the snow fields before it’s all seen off with a salt-lick of Atlantic air, then home at dusk, snow-blind ...
Sara Teasdale Crisply the bright snow whispered, Crunching beneath our feet; Behind us as we walked along the parkway, Our shadows danced, Fantastic shapes in vivid blue. Across the lake the skaters Flew to and fro, With sharp turns weaving A frail invisible net. In ecstasy the earth Drank the silver sunlight; In ecstasy the skaters Drank the wine ...
Edgar Allen Poe Hear the sledges with the bells -- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that s...
William Shakespeare Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou...
Shaun O'Brien We say Next time we’ll go away, But then the winter happens, like a secret We’ve to keep yet never understand As daylight turns to cinema once more: A lustrous darkness deep in ice-age cold, And the print in need of restoration Starting to consume itself With snowfall where no snow is falling now. Or could it be a cloud of sparrows, d...
Richard Meier Shyly coated in greys, blacks, browns - to keep us out of sight of the cold - we weren't expecting this this morning: sun and shadows, like a summer's evening, like summer teasing. And not quite under the shelter on the northbound platform, an old man, the sun behind him, just his crown ablaze; and heading southbound, a woman inching ...
Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires.
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- "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. One cannot discuss winter poetry without mentioning Robert Frost's masterpiece, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."
- "Snow-Bound" by John Greenleaf Whittier. In "Snow-Bound," John Greenleaf Whittier revels in the warmth and comfort of being snowed in with loved ones.
- "Winter Morning Walks" by Ted Kooser. Ted Kooser's "Winter Morning Walks" captures the intricate beauty found in the subtle details of winter. Delicate imagery and lyrical language depict the silver frost on trees, the crunch of footsteps in the snow, and the quiet solitude of early mornings.
- "Winter Trees" by William Carlos Williams. In "Winter Trees," William Carlos Williams presents a striking visual portrayal of barren trees against a winter sky.
The falling crystals of snow, the cold winter nights, the warmth and cheer of loved ones, and the silence etched out in time is listed out in the most famous poems about winter season. Annually over 200 writers from all across the U.S. gather for the Winter Poetry & Prose Getaway .
Nov 6, 2018 · ‘Song of Myself’ is perhaps the definitive achievement of the great nineteenth-century American poet Walt Whitman (1819-92), so we felt that it was a good choice for the second in our ‘post a poem a day’ feature.
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Dec 5, 2019 · ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ is, after ‘ The Road Not Taken ’, Robert Frost’s best-known and best-loved poem. (Frost himself called it ‘my best bid for remembrance’.)
