Ted Kooser

(Ames, Iowa)

In January - Poem by Ted Kooser

Only one cell in the frozen hive of night
is lit, or so it seems to us:
this Vietnamese café, with its oily light,
its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.
Laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks.
Beyond the glass, the wintry city
creaks like an ancient wooden bridge.
A great wind rushes under all of us.
The bigger the window, the more it trembles.

Comments about In January by Ted Kooser

  • Elena Tsonkova (9/18/2016 3:52:00 PM)

    Atmospheric, vivid. Makes me peep through that trembling window and reach for the the warmth in that cafe far beyond my reach and at the same time the wind makes me shiver. Beautiful! (Report) Reply

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  • (9/18/2016 10:50:00 AM)

    An awesome write and highly enjoyable read. (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (9/24/2006 4:20:00 AM)

    dear ted, this is the haiku to your poem:

    the shimmer of the city
    in the river
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  • (1/29/2005 1:38:00 PM)

    Haiku-like. 'the wintry city creaks like an ancient wooden bridge' is spot on. The syllables somehow sound like the thing they are talking about. This must be one of his best. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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