6 Times Poetry Looked like Winter

1. Sundays too my father got up early

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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?

Those Winter Sundays- Robert Hayden


Winter22. 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.
-Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
3. The days are short,Winter3 (1)

The sun a spark,

Hung thin between

The dark and dark.

-January by John Updike
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The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
-Dust of Snow by Robert Frost

5. The giant trees are bendingWinter5

Their bare boughs weighed with snow.

And the storm is fast descending,

And yet I cannot go.
-Spellbound by Emily Bronte 
6. Before the stars have left the skies, 

At morning in the dark I rise

-Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson 

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