There are those who laugh for the winter, When great tufts of snow clink against the window-panes; Who shout when the hard blue ice skirls under the grinding of steel skates; Who roar when the wind electrically thrills their bodies under high-blown overcoats; Who exult, when their breath, like a rubber balloon, soars off as they ski over a mountain-top; Who revel when white spheres plump a beau's chapeau; There are these— But not I, who, inside, Over a red fire abide, Toasting in the hot flames marshmallow thoughts To feed my animal imagination, Which persists in chattering and shivering outside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET EMERGENCY HAYING by HAYDEN CARRUTH DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL |