Night Poem From Khandro (Sun.)

Khandro | 22:42 Sun 06th Dec 2020 | Arts & Literature

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III. The Seasons
“When icicles hang by the wall”
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)

From “Love’s Labor ’s Lost,” Act V. Sc. 2.

WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped, and ways be foul, 5
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whoo;
To-whit, to-whoo, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow, 10
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, 15
To-whoo;
To-whit, to-whoo, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

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margarettom

Well it’s cold here today but, luckily, not quite as cold as the poem. This is one of my favourite Winter poems, so thanks for that Khandro.
Here’s a more enigmatic one.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.

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 some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

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.

By Robert Frost