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Winter Poems

Perfect for snowy days and long nights by the fire.
Detail of "Winter Fire" by Sara Katz
Illustration by Sara Katz

The Curtain by Hayden Carruth
       Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing
       We can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, the ever-renewing sun of corpse-flesh.

The Snow is Deep on the Ground by Kenneth Patchen
       The snow is deep on the ground.
       Always the light falls
       Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been by William Shakespeare
       How like a winter hath my absence been
       From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

Winter Love by Linda Gregg
       I would like to decorate this silence,
       but my house grows only cleaner

Lines: The Cold Earth Slept Below by Percy Bysshe Shelley
       The cold earth slept below;
       Above the cold sky shone;

White-Eyes by Mary Oliver
       In winter
       all the singing is in
       the tops of the trees

Crossing the Square by Grace Schulman
       Squinting through eye-slits in our balaclavas,
       we lurch across Washington Square Park

Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams
       All the complicated details
       of the attiring and
       the disattiring are completed!

Choices by Tess Gallagher
       Suddenly, in every tree,
       an unseen nest
       where a mountain
       would be.

Horses in Snow by Roberta Hill
       Lips touching lips,
       did that break my horizon
       as much as those horses broke my belief?

The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy
       I leant upon a coppice gate
       When Frost was spectre-grey

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
       Whose woods these are I think I know.
       His house is in the village though;

Blizzard by William Carlos Williams
       years of anger following
       hours that float idly down —

Ice by Gail Mazur
       In the warming house, children lace their skates,
       bending, choked, over their thick jackets.

A Winter Daybreak Above Vence by James Wright
       The night’s drifts
       Pile up below me and behind my back,

Beyond the Red River by Thomas McGrath
       The birds have flown their summer skies to the south,
       And the flower-money is drying in the banks of bent grass

After Apple Picking by Robert Frost
       My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
       Toward heaven still,


February by Margaret Atwood
       Winter. Time to eat fat
       and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,

February Evening in New York by Denise Levertov
       As the stores close, a winter light
       opens air to iris blue,

Late February by Ted Kooser
       The first warm day,
       and by mid-afternoon
       the snow is no more
       than a washing
       strewn over the yards,


Poem Sampler

Winter Poems

Perfect for snowy days and long nights by the fire.


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