Archibald Lampman

(17 November 1861 - 10 February 1899 / Morpeth, Ontario)

A January Morning - Poem by Archibald Lampman

The glittering roofs are still with frost; each worn
Black chimney builds into the quiet sky
Its curling pile to crumble silently.
Far out to westward on the edge of morn,
The slender misty city towers up-borne
Glimmer faint rose against the pallid blue;
And yonder on those northern hills, the hue
Of amethyst, hang fleeces dull as horn.
And here behind me come the woodmen's sleighs
With shouts and clamorous squeakings; might and main
Up the steep slope the horses stamp and strain,
Urged on by hoarse-tongued drivers—cheeks ablaze,
Iced beards and frozen eyelids—team by team,
With frost-fringed flanks, and nostrils jetting steam.


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  • Rookie Kristen Wear (6/12/2006 8:22:00 PM)

    I reall y really like this poem he really desprcives everything very well i see it so clearly (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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