(9 May 1938)

What do you think this poem is about?

Against Winter

The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
The birds are silent; there's no one to ask.
All day long you'll squint at the gray sky.
When the wind blows you'll shiver like straw.

A meek little lamb you grew your wool
Till they came after you with huge shears.
Flies hovered over open mouth,
Then they, too, flew off like the leaves,
The bare branches reached after them in vain.

Winter coming. Like the last heroic soldier
Of a defeated army, you'll stay at your post,
Head bared to the first snow flake.
Till a neighbor comes to yell at you,
You're crazier than the weather, Charlie.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003


Read poems about / on: soldier, weather, winter, snow, truth, wind, dark, sky

Comments about this poem (Against Winter by Charles Simic )

Enter the verification code :

  • Tissa Calvert (8/29/2008 2:11:00 PM)

    love the phrase

    Winter Coming, Like the last heroic soldier.

    It reminds me of my three cousins fighting over seas

    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Roberta Star (8/3/2007 9:01:00 AM)

    birds seem to be a theme

    1 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 2 comments »
[Hata Bildir]