Following Dorothy Johnston’s suggestion after our Wallace Stevens post, Gert spent yesterday afternoon trawling her poetry books for poems about winter.
Here’s her list of favourites, including Dorothy’s choice of Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson. The northern hemisphere definitely does winter better, but the Australian classic South of my days leapt on to the list.
We’d love to hear from our poet followers (from anyone, in fact) with suggestions for great winter poems, especially in other languages. Australia is coming out of winter and the northern hemisphere heading towards it, so what better way to spend an afternoon? If we get enough suggestions we’ll make a Winter Poems page.
How like a winter hath my absence been
Robert Frost Stopping by woods on a winter evening
Whose woods these are I think I know
Emily Dickinson There’s a certain slant of light
It sifts from leaden Sieves
Coleridge Frost at Midnight
The Frost performs its secret ministry
Judith Wright South of my days
South of my day’s circle, part of my blood’s country
Wallace Stevens The Snow Man
One must have a mind of winter
Jacques Reda Janvier
Ce que j’aime en hiver c’est l’elan nu des branches
(What I love in winter is the naked thrust of branches)
Louise Gluck End of winter
Over the still world, a bird calls
W.S. Merwin Dusk in Winter
The sun sets in the cold without friends
Tu Fu Snow storm
Tumult, weeping, many new ghosts.