Top 100 Poems About: JANUARY

In this page, poems on / about “january” are listed.
  • 1.
    In January

    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. read more »

    Ted Kooser
  • 2.
    A Calendar Of Sonnets: January

    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 read more »

    Helen Hunt Jackson
  • 3.

    Again I reply to the triple winds
    running chromatic fifths of derision
    outside my window:
    Play louder. read more »

    William Carlos Williams
  • 4.
    January, 1795

    Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing,
    Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ;
    Titled gluttons dainties carving,
    Genius in a garret starving. read more »

    Mary Darby Robinson
  • 5.
    Orchard Trees, January

    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, read more »

    Richard Wilbur
  • 6.
    January 1939

    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. read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 7.
    January Morning


    I have discovered that most of
    the beauties of travel are due to read more »

    William Carlos Williams
  • 8.
    January Mist

    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. read more »

    Sandra Fowler
  • 9.
    January Jumps About

    January jumps about
    in the frying pan
    trying to heat
    his frozen feet read more »

    George Barker
  • 10.
    A January Morning

    The glittering roofs are still with frost; each worn
    Black chimney builds into the quiet sky
    Its curling pile to crumble silently.
    Far out to westward on the edge of morn, read more »

    Archibald Lampman
  • 11.
    In California: Morning, Evening, Late January

    Pale, then enkindled,
    advancing read more »

    Denise Levertov
  • 12.
    January In New York

    Black ship of night
    sailing through the world
    & the moon an orange slice
    tangy to the teeth read more »

    Erica Jong
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