When Cold December Poem by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

When Cold December

Rating: 3.4

WHEN cold December
Froze to grisamber
The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees--
Then fading slow
And furred is the snow
As the almond's sweet husk--
And smelling like musk.
The snow amygdaline
Under the eglantine
Where the bristling stars shine
Like a gilt porcupine--
The snow confesses
The little Princesses
On their small chioppines
Dance under the orpines.
See the casuistries
Of their slant fluttering eyes--
Gilt as the zodiac
(Dancing Herodiac).
Only the snow slides
Like gilded myrrh--
From the rose-branches--hides
Rose-roots that stir.

Gajanan Mishra 08 December 2012

Rose roots. good. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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Elliott Avant 11 December 2018

Though there were w few words within it that I wasn't familiar with, I enjoyed this read.

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Edward Kofi Louis 11 December 2018

The snow confesses! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 11 December 2018

Beautiful poem with touching expression and nice collocation.

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Anil Kumar Panda 11 December 2018

Very nice poetry. Thanks for sharing.

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Brian Jani 16 May 2014

Dame Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up

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Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell

Scarborough, Yorkshire
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