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Winter Poems

Perfect for snowy days and long nights by the fire.
Original illustration by Mark McGinnis.

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 XCVII: 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 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 Whiteman
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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