Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JANUARY, by WARREN CHENEY First Line: When garden plats are pinched and brown Last Line: The year begins anew. Subject(s): January | ||||||||
WHEN garden plats are pinched and brown, Because the sun itself is cold; When streams are swollen, freighted down With sodden drift and the red mold; When plum trees, stripped of leafy gown, Toward the salt mist lean branches sere; Then hey, my heart, and ho, my heart, The turning of the year. When crows fly low and dusks are gray, And mists lie fleecy on the hills; When walks are bright at break of day, And from the hedge a robin trills; When leaf buds feel the rising play Of spring's intoxicating brew, Then hey, my heart, and ho, my heart, The year begins anew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANUARY NIGHT by KENNETH REXROTH THE WEATHER SHIFTS by ARTHUR SZE JANUARY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JANUARY by EDMUND SPENSER JANUARY TREASURE by LESTER CLARK JANUARY DUSK by JOHN DRINKWATER JANUARY by MARGARET COTTER FERGUSON THE POET'S CALENDAR: JANUARY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MUSIC OF THE PINES by WARREN CHENEY |
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