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Winter Sleep

Rating: 3.9
When against earth a wooden heel
Clicks as loud as stone on steel,
When stone turns flour instead of flakes,
And frost bakes clay as fire bakes,
When the hard-bitten fields at last
Crack like iron flawed in the cast,
When the world is wicked and cross and old,
I long to be quit of the cruel cold.

Little birds like bubbles of glass
Fly to other Americas,
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Susan Williams 17 February 2016
Give her outrageous life style I can believe she would occasionally sit back and contemplate the latest married man [not married to her] and wonder if all the hullabaloo was worth it- -that makes her wish for southern climes far from the madding crowd.... but then the men had money and she didn't have to work and they would pay for the publication of her poetry. She wields a graceful pen but there doesn't seem to be any real sustenance in her lines.
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Winter's Sorrow 15 March 2010
One of the most beautiful and thoughful poems. Not sure why the low rating but rated this a 10. Thanks for posting.
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M Asim Nehal 27 January 2019
Very true, I liked it as well.
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