Monday, 2 January 2017

To Winter

He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathed
In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;
For he hath rear’d his scepter o’er the world.

Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings
To his strong bones, strides o’er the groaning rocks:
He withers all in silence, and in his hand
Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

He takes his seat upon the cliffs, the mariner
Cries in vain. Poor little wretch! that deal’st
With storms; till heaven smiles, and the monster
Is driven yelling to his caves beneath Mount Hecla.

William Blake

4 comments:

  1. Smile... What a sweet poem about winter.
    This year is winter in Sweden very warm.
    But.. we have 3 more month of winter left..

    Mona Lisa

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    1. I saw a thick pack of snow in Sweden yesterday... But you are right, we have almost destroyed our Earth by Global Warming, so prepare for some warm winters.

      Han

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  2. Thank you for sharing the poem, Han...haven't had too bad a winter yet...key word being yet. ;) Wishing you, Wanita and your family a wonderful and fulfilling 2017!

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

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    1. The Dutch kids just want snow.
      Please?

      Han

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