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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RED IS FOR WINTER, by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN First Line: The coffee steams in a silver urn Last Line: I have red books and a fire in the grate. Subject(s): Red (color); Winter | |||
The coffee steams in a silver urn, My books are near in a friendly row; The bright coals fall as they softly burn When winter winds begin to blow. Red leaves are warm beneath the snow; Red apples shine on a delft-blue plate; No need to fear a winter foe: I have red books and a fire in the grate. I do not mind the frost's return, The bitter storms of sleet that go To mask with ice each tree and fern When winter winds begin to blow. My hands are busy as they sew The wool whose warmth can recreate The summer days I miss, although I have red books and a fire in the grate. Within my citadel I learn How sweet a thing it is to know The joys of home for which I yearn When winter winds begin to blow. The fragrant brew, the candleglow, The unheard melodies that wait; Along with these for a winter's show I have red books and a fire in the grate. L'envoi Oh, better than wines of old Bordeaux When winter winds begin to blow. No twilight finds me desolate -- I have red books and a fire in the grate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE BURIAL AT SEA by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN |
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