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
No one 11 January 2021
...This poem.....reminds me of the depression in the back of my head.....so sad....!
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Mckinzie 08 December 2020
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what is the Imagery of this poem
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pogman 22 February 2021
so u dont know everything
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nnnnnn 02 April 2018
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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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A great writing about the winter and feels happiness.
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