January Poem by John Updike


Rating: 4.4

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.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
Susan Williams 04 January 2015

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.

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Gajanan Mishra 02 January 2015

very fine, I like it, touching..

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* Sunprincess * 02 January 2015

...........winter has it's own special charms....nice...

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 02 January 2015

A great writing about the winter and feels happiness.

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ungt 06 May 2021

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No one 11 January 2021

...This poem.....reminds me of the depression in the back of my head.....so sad....!

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what is the Imagery of this poem

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pogman 22 February 2021

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