John Updike

(1932-2009 / Pennsylvania)

January - Poem by John Updike

The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.

Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor.
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.

The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees of lace.

The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day.

Topic(s) of this poem: winter

Comments about January by John Updike

  • (4/2/2018 9:10:00 AM)


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  • Susan Williams (1/4/2015 8:30:00 PM)

    Extraordinary how he uses the common details of a January day to set us down in a place and time that then becomes a piece of our memory- -I'm way too young to have had milk delivered in bottles to my door step and experience their breaking because they froze yet now it feels as though I had experienced it. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (1/2/2015 8:32:00 PM)

    very fine, I like it, touching.. (Report) Reply

  • (1/2/2015 8:17:00 PM)

    ...........winter has it's own special charms....nice... (Report) Reply

  • (1/2/2015 8:42:00 AM)

    A great writing about the winter and feels happiness. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 25, 2014

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