Robert Francis

(August 12, 1901 - July 13, 1987 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Blue Winter

Poem by Robert Francis

Winter uses all the blues there are.
One shade of blue for water, one for ice,
Another blue for shadows over snow.
The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice-
Both different blues. And hills row after row
Are colored blue according to how far.
You know the bluejay's double-blur device
Shows best when there are no green leaves to show.
And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star.

Comments about Blue Winter by Robert Francis

  • Diabetes (11/20/2018 6:58:00 AM)

    T-pose to acertain dominance.(Report)Reply

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  • James Tredray (12/13/2017 1:13:00 PM)

    Nice poem it goes with winter(Report)Reply

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (3/20/2017 11:23:00 PM)

    Winter blues manifested marvelously by the nature beautifully portrayed.(Report)Reply

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  • Amar AgarwalaAmar Agarwala (3/20/2017 8:53:00 PM)

    The poems misses both rhyme and rhythm... but even in open verses the meter is somewhat edgy. And the emphasis one just a single colour seems to take away some charm from the verses. Reading Robert Francis for the first time... and poems or poets ought not be judged. But taking a leaf out of the poet's work, I have tried a little imitation... with some hints of colour:


    Is winter here with its touch of blue?
    Rough edges hued in ivory white,
    When autumn left I have not a clue
    But the days get shorter than the night;

    The skies are painted a pallid grey
    Distant horizons a purple tinge,
    Have wondering clouds all gone astray
    Anticipating a wintry binge?

    Avian twitter joyfully spells
    From atop browning skeletal trees,
    It commingles with the peal of bells
    Their holy echoes bear fervent pleas;

    A lilting mist upon meadows green
    Lo brusquely kissed by the north wind cold,
    Here comes winter with its gleaming sheen
    It’s time to rummage our woollies old.

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  • John SJohn S (3/20/2017 4:58:00 PM)

    Winter is icy blue,
    Fall a mute orange,
    Spring is a sprouting green,
    Summer a blazing red...
    O, through the seasons of life we tread
    repeating ad nauseam inside my head
    winter transmutes the living to the dead
    Spring: nature's regenerative flower bed...(Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar PandaAnil Kumar Panda (3/20/2017 9:43:00 AM)

    Winter comes with a shade of blue all around. Very nice.Loved it.(Report)Reply

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (3/20/2017 7:02:00 AM)

    Sweet poem, nicely rhymed. The portrayal of nature oozing several shades of blue colour in the expanse of the earth and the sky makes it breath-taking. I love it- my favourite. Thanks.(Report)Reply

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  • Lantz PierreLantz Pierre (3/20/2017 4:01:00 AM)

    Written with a bit of a painter's eye, I'd say. Personally, I'm always noting the various colors of the landscape when I'm out walking. How colors lay one over another in space, defining shapes and playing with depth and perspective. This poem evinces that kind of attention, but simplifies it to a monotonous monochrome. No blue gets a more specific name, a distinct shade or tone. The repetition of the word blue emphasizes the monochromatic nature of the scene without an enlivening nuance or acknowledgement of the very vital play in the differences. It flattens the landscape onto the 2-dimensional plane of the painter's canvas. But in a deadening, amateurish way. Only in the final two lines is another color word introduced: green. In the penultimate line the word green appears only to note that the color, in the form of the life giving force of trees, does not appear. In the final line green is mixed with winterblue to describe a star which is not exactly a part of this world and so also somehow removed from the landscape. For me the repetitive device of this poem leaves the work flat, and that may be the intent, but ultimately I want art to breathe life into my perceptions, not empty it out. So although I find the poem technically sound, that the author has replicated a certain process of analysis of the objective world, it does not finally come full circle to elicit the magic and joy of artistic creation in an aesthetic sense.(Report)Reply

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  • Tom Allport (3/20/2017 3:35:00 AM)

    a nice poetic write of the winter blues?(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (3/20/2017 1:48:00 AM)

    All the blues! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.(Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (3/20/2017 12:56:00 AM)

    Reminds me of the song I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT popularized by ROD STEWART.... Thanks for sharing...(Report)Reply

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  • Dawn FuzanDawn Fuzan (5/13/2014 5:29:00 PM)

    Mr Francis This is a good poem, keep it up(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Friday, July 7, 2006