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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
We have tested and tasted too much, lover-
Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder.
But here in the Advent-darkened room
Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
January 1912, Mzansi brought forth a child
In a harsh political climate
Destined to free her people
Bound to cruel Fate
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
They let the children out of school too early.
I left the Christmas shopping till too late.
Each day we had a holiday excursion,
Which gave us the entire week to wait in line for
It is dark, no moon, no light
Just darkness, a starless sky
The wind blows, the waves break
A single firefly passes by
The days will rally, wreathing
Their crazy tarantelle;
And you must go on breathing,
But I'll be safe in hell.
I have a white rose to tend
In July as in January;
I give it to the true friend
Who offers his frank hand to me.
January jumps about
in the frying pan
trying to heat
his frozen feet
~ LIFE DIVINE ~
8 January 2010.
Our Christmas gift
From God's only Son
In January everything freezes.
We have two children. Both are she'ses.
This is our January rule:
One girl in bed, and one in school.
My shadow --
I woke to a wind swirling the curtains light and dark
and the birds twittering on the roofs, I lay cold
in the early light in my room high over London.
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.
Today the trees in the park are greening
and the geese are returning
and the sparrows are nesting
(16th January 1949)
I thank whatever gods may be
For all the happiness that's mine;
when you go to fish
go fishing for the finest kind
which good anglers always do.
Winter is past
At last! At last!
Life has begun
January 2022, I wonder why the weather so blue cold and chill, life I feel has no thrills Wish the blanket wraps me i have lost all my poetic powers as all of you see Lord give me strength to move on and face the cold let me find the energetic powers to be bold
(We promise ourselves) the same things year after year, and by the end of January we return to the same behavior we promised we would change, poorly we have been living in uncertain and stressful times nevertheless, where old rules have been thrown away, social norms have changes to make matters more complex all of year and got be failed in implied.. 🖤
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,
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.