Leslie Philibert

Freshman - 900 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

The North Is Winter - Poem by Leslie Philibert

Ringing cold. Nameless stars.

A coastal trawler
With a ballast of dead souls
Shaken into the waves.

The night tugs at my sleeve
As a child would do.
Nameless cold. Ringing stars.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

(C) Leslie Philibert for the World. All rights reserved.

Comments about The North Is Winter by Leslie Philibert

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 23, 2014


[Hata Bildir]