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Only one cell in the frozen hive of night
is lit, or so it seems to us:
this Vietnamese café, with its oily light,
its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
January jumps about
in the frying pan
trying to heat
his frozen feet
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,
Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?
Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to suffer
The supper and knives of a mood.
I have discovered that most of
the beauties of travel are due to
Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing,
Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ;
Titled gluttons dainties carving,
Genius in a garret starving.
It's not the case, though some might wish it so
Who from a window watch the blizzard blow
White riot through their branches vague and stark,
Sometimes at night I hear small birds lament.
Dark notes that seem to second moon's descent.
Cold is the color of a deep regret,
An etude perfected by winterset.
J is for the Joy of January. What Joy can you find this month?
A is for Amazing. How can you make January an Amazing month?
N is for Neat
U is for Unique
History of 6th January of 2021
Poem by Chan Mongol
January 7 of 2021
On the first of January,
The old year begins to vanish;
Another new year breaks with glee,
Bringing hope, health, luck, and warm wish.
Of fealty's Apollo at my door her Love,
needest no dark that by dark bewails the night,
of eyes so blind beyond the sunrise;
e'ery departed look to my shipwrecked dreams
No! blow ye not the harplings
of fickle-foe's fiddle,
hath but little scope
from off so deep a slumber,
uesday morning, January 10,2012; Tuesday afternoon, January 29,2013
This liquid color—an extraordinary deep blue-green, an aquamarine
never experienced before, save perhaps for the Bahamas, in Bimini,
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Merchant's Tale (A Minimalist Translation)
1245 Once there was dwelling in Lombardy
1246 A worthy knight, that born was of Pavia,
A nice sunny January evening of over twenty degrees
The sweet scent of freshly mowed grass is blowing in the breeze
Above the brown paddocks from the Pacific shore
In the long range weather forecast of warm and dry many days more
Friday afternoon, January 11,2019 at 4: 35 p.m.; Saturday morning,
January 12 at 11: 19 a.m.; Monday morning, January 21 at 10: 25 a.m.;
Sunday morning, January 27 at 10: 22 a.m.; Monday morning, January 28 at 8: 10 a.m.
January is not only the first month of the year, but also the month of new beginnings. It’s the favorite month for a lot of people. Many classical and modern poets have written poems about this month; such as "A Calendar Of Sonnets: January" by Helen Hunt Jackson, "January" by William Carlos Williams, and "January In New York" by Erica Jong.